Amato is a kind creative boy who uses his inventions to save the day with help of mechabot , pian , mara and deep .

In this disturbing AU , amato is still our amato kind and selfless and humble guy he would never hurt a fly and thats where its became a disturbing trap for you , a cute girl amato have weakness for cute people , creatures and things alike . Those around you would never believe you if this guy acted like a creep.

Amato never have infinite patience when Deep his indian best friend constantly teases him either playfully or roasting his bad drawing skills and blueprints .

You just wanted to eat your lunch in peace.

That is the single, recurring thought in your head as you sit on the concrete steps behind the school, staring down at your plastic container of fried rice. You are a sensible person. You don’t have an alien robot, you don’t fight space criminals, and your energy levels do not match Deep’s megaphone-blasting, life-of-the-party chaos. You value your personal space. You value your quiet time.

Which is exactly why you chose this specific stairwell. It’s out of the way.

"Hey! Found you!"

Your shoulders drop. You don't even have to look up to know who it is. Amato slides onto the concrete step next to you, entirely too close, breaching your unspoken boundary with the casual confidence of someone who has never been rejected a day in his life. Floating just over his shoulder is MechaBot, its red chassis humming softly.

"I brought you this," Amato says, his voice bubbling with that eager, helpful energy that makes the entire town of Kota Hilir adore him. He shoves a pastel-pink thermos into your hands. "I noticed you looked a little pale during math class. It’s herbal tea. My Ibu made it."

"Amato," you say slowly, your relatable, common-sense brain trying to phrase this as politely as possible. "Thank you. But I really just wanted some alone time right now."

Amato doesn't get flustered. He doesn't beg or get defensive like those ridiculous Konchozoku robots you both watched throwing themselves at each other's feet last week. Instead, his high-EQ brain clicks into gear. He gives you a calm, slightly puzzled look—as if you are the one being eccentric—and tilts his head.

"But you are alone," he says smoothly, pointing a thumb at himself. "It’s just me. I’m safe space."

You look at him, exhausted. You try to push your container away, trying to stand up, but his hands-on nature kicks in. Before you can take a step, his fingers close firmly around your wrist. It’s not a violent grip, but it is steel. His superhero reflexes are instant. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a split second, his cheerful mask slips. There is a short-fused, burning impatience behind his eyes.

"Don't go," he says, his voice dropping an octave, completely stripping away the boy-next-door charm. "I don't understand why you're being so difficult lately. I'm just trying to take care of you."

"Yo! Amato!"

Deep bursts around the corner, holding a pair of neon arcade tickets, completely destroying the heavy atmosphere. "Stop holding her hand like a lost puppy, man! Let her breathe! Come on, Pian and Mara are waiting at the arcade, let's go!"

The dark tension shatters. Amato lets go of your wrist instantly, turning to Deep. You expect Amato to look embarrassed or angry, but his talent known for reading people takes over. He forces a bright, casual laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, Deep! You caught me. I was just asking her about the blueprints for that rogue vacuum-bot."

Deep slaps Amato on the back, completely immune to the dangerous glare Amato is secretly giving him. "Whatever, Mr. Serious! Come on!"

You use the distraction to slip away, putting on your big headphones—even though no music is playing—just to build a physical wall between you and the superhero next door. You think you’ve escaped. You think your common sense won this round.