Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko -
"I can suggest ," Oishi whispered. "For three seconds, I can make him feel my mother's love. It's the loudest thing I own."
Where Hiroko was logic, Oishi was chaos. Where Hiroko was the scalpel, Oishi was the earthquake. They were two halves of the same loaded gun. Oishi, with her wild auburn hair and a smile that always seemed to know a joke you didn't, was a "G-Class Anomaly"—a raw, untamed empath who could feel the emotional shrapnel of an entire city block. Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko
Oishi took Hiroko's hand. It was warm. "Perfect G," she said softly. "You keep the world precise. Let me keep it alive." "I can suggest ," Oishi whispered
"Blank," Oishi gasped, clutching her skull. "He's… nothing. I can't feel him." "I can suggest