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As Jun pedaled his way back home, the soothing melody of his favorite song, "Telepatia" by Kali Uchis, played in his mind, providing a calming backdrop to his thoughts. The rhythm of the music seemed to synchronize with the gentle motion of his bicycle wheels against the pavement, creating a sense of harmony that accompanied him on his journey.

Navigating the familiar streets, Jun felt a sense of contentment wash over him. The evening was quiet, and the soft glow of streetlights cast a warm, amber hue on the surroundings. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers.

Upon reaching his house, Jun skillfully parked his bicycle, his movements practiced and effortless. As he leaned the bike against the wall.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Jun made his way inside his home, closing the door behind him. Jun entered his home, and his mother, Asuka Aurora, greeted him with a gentle and caring voice. "Welcome home, sweetie," she said, her words infused with warmth and affection. Jun reciprocated the greeting with a smile, appreciating the familiar comfort of his mother's presence.

After exchanging pleasantries, Jun made his way upstairs to his room. There, he decided to freshen up, taking a relaxing bath before changing into his home clothes. He opted for a white hoodie and comfortable grey trousers, their soft fabric providing a sense of coziness as he settled into his personal space. The familiar attire added to the overall feeling of relaxation, allowing Jun to unwind after a day filled with excitement and challenges.

Jun's mother's voice, loud and clear, echoed through the house, calling him to dinner. Excitedly, Jun hurriedly descended the stairs, each step a familiar comfort beneath his feet. As he entered the dining room, he found his mother already there, meticulously setting the table for their meal.

The dining table, a sturdy and welcoming piece of furniture, stood in the center of the room. Four chairs were arranged around it, two on each side, parallel to one another. Jun settled into his customary seat, the first one on the left side.

His mother, after ensuring everything was in its rightful place, took her seat opposite him. The two bowed their heads in a moment of gratitude before their meal, offering a silent prayer for the food and the day that had passed. As they began to eat, Jun's mother, her voice soft and caring, inquired about his day.

"How was your day, sweetie?" she asked, genuine interest evident in her eyes.

Jun, chewing thoughtfully, replied, "It was a day. I joined the Gunpla club."

His mother, slightly surprised by this revelation, raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were never interested in them," she said, her tone a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Jun nodded, taking a moment to swallow his food before explaining, "Yeah, but now I am."

His mother smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and support. "Well, that's good to hear. If you need anything related to Gunpla, I have a friend named Rinko. She owns a shop; you can go to her for guidance or supplies."

Jun nodded appreciatively, "Okay, Mom," he said. Jun, curious about his mother's restaurant, inquired, "How's the restaurant going?"

His mother replied with a smile, "It's going well. You should visit sometime. Anna and Lucy are a big help, and they've also told me to let you come... like I restrict you from going anywhere." She laughed, the sound filling the room with a sense of warmth and joy.

Jun, in his usual dense manner, replied, "Well, I will see,"

His mother, seemingly remembering something important, gestured for him to stay put. "Sit right here, Jun. Let me get something for you." With that, she gracefully rose from her chair and retrieved a box from her bag. The box was a bit larger than her hand, wrapped with care and adorned with a colorful bow. Returning to Jun, she handed him the box with a smile.

"It's a gift for you," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Jun, a little surprised, stammered, "It's not my birthday."

His mother teased him, her tone playful, "I can give you a gift anytime," she said, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You didn't give me one, so I gave you one," she added, her love and affection for her son evident in her actions and words.

Jun skillfully unwrapped the gift, his hands moving with precision and care. His mother, always amazed by his dexterity in such matters, watched with a fond smile as he revealed the contents of the box.

"What is it, Mom?" Jun asked, his curiosity piqued.

His mother replied with a hint of excitement, "Well, see it for yourself."

As Jun removed the wrapping, he discovered a sleek smartphone inside the box. His mother explained, "While I was out, I saw this, and most kids these days have a phone, so I asked Anna about it. She told me it's the best. Do you like it?"

"Thank you, Mother. I will use it well," Jun responded appreciatively, his gratitude evident in his eyes.

His mother nodded, a tender expression on her face, expecting perhaps a hug or some other gesture of affection. Instead, Jun, his curiosity piqued, opened the box further. Inside, he found a phone about the size of his hand, its surface a deep, elegant black with a subtle sheen. Jun pressed the power button, and the screen illuminated, displaying the device's interface.

Jun stood up from his chair, leaving the dinner table behind. He headed to his room, intending to connect his new phone to his computer, ready to explore its features and capabilities.

Jun paused in his tracks, realizing he had forgotten something important. He turned back and walked up to his mother, his eyes reflecting deep appreciation and affection. Without a word, he enveloped her in a warm, heartfelt hug.

"Thank you, Mom," he said, his voice filled with genuine emotion, the weight of his gratitude evident in his words.

His mother returned the hug, her arms wrapped around him, her voice gentle but filled with immense love. "My boy, everything is for you," she whispered, her words carrying the depth of a mother's unwavering love and devotion.

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Sitting in the quiet confines of his room, Jun found himself absorbed in the world of Gunpla. His computer screen flickered with information, and Barbatos stood proudly nearby, a silent companion in his newfound exploration. With his phone connected.

The green bar on his screen signified the installation of a program, but Jun's curiosity led him to explore further. He opened a browser, delving into the intricacies of Gunpla and Gundam lore. After some searching, he stumbled upon an article titled "Assimilation with Gunpla." Intrigued, he clicked on it, his eyes scanning the text as he read aloud in his mind.

"Assimilation with Gunpla," he murmured, absorbing the information before him. The article explained the phenomenon where the Gunpla merged with its user, becoming an extension of the fighter's being. As he delved deeper, Jun learned that assimilation was influenced by Plavsky particles, enigmatic entities that held mysterious properties. These particles allowed a deep connection between the fighter and the Gunpla. If the assimilation was high, the user could experience the same sensations and feelings as the Gunpla, including pain.

As he absorbed this knowledge, Jun pondered the implications. "So these Plavsky particles might possess their own consciousness," he mused, his thoughts swirling with possibilities. "Or perhaps they react this way due to the influence of the fighter's emotions, triggering an aggressive response."

After immersing himself in the world of Gunpla and absorbing the knowledge about assimilation and Plavsky particles, Jun shut down his computer. He felt a mixture of excitement and contemplation as he processed the newfound information. However, the responsibilities of daily life beckoned, and he turned his attention to his school essentials.

Sitting at his desk, he diligently completed his homework, his mind occasionally drifting back to the fascinating concepts he had discovered earlier. The room was silent, save for the occasional scribble of his pen and the soft hum of his computer's fan, which had just been silenced.

Once he finished his assignments, Jun felt a sense of accomplishment. Tidying up his desk, he carefully stored his notes and textbooks, preparing for the next day of classes. With his tasks completed, he retired to his bed, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance in the room.

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