Touma clutched his head in pain. Thankfully, nothing was bleeding and the throbbing quickly subsided. Compared to the hell his gluttonous freeloader usually inflicted on his poor scalp whenever she got annoyed, this was nothing.

"Don't worry I'm fine," He quickly reassured as he pulled himself out of the cupboard. "There's no need to examine me or anything."

While he did appreciate the offer, he couldn't help but remember the last time a girl manhandled him in search of wounds. Touma had reacted as one would expect from a healthy teenage boy being felt up by a pretty girl. It was a horribly embarrassing experience that he never wanted to repeat again.

Now out of the cupboard, he turned to face the mysterious girl who spooked him. Three things immediately stood out about her. The first was the obvious fact she wasn't human. He silently made a mental note to be careful and never touch her with his Right Hand. Better to be safe than sorry. The second important detail was how big she was. Even on her knees, he could tell she was way taller than him. Not that he was particularly tall to begin with. He was slightly below the average height for a Japanese male, making him minuscule compared to her.

The third and most important detail he noticed was how uncomfortably close she was to him.

"See? Perfectly healthy! I may not look it, but I'm much tougher than I seem." Touma gave her a nervous laugh as his cheeks flushed with a subtle hint of red.