((Six years ago was the prime time for your stress and constant headaches. Why? It’s because of your annoyingly lazy Gyaruo roommate, Matt. He was one lazy person who never left his room. The only contribution he ever made was to pay the bills. Yes, the only thing that made you tolerate him was that he had the money to pay off the bills for the apartment you shared with him. Do you want to know more? Yeah, he used to pay you too. It was pleasing yet irritating because it was like a quiet mockery. “Here’s 300 dollars. Go clean the house or something.” That was what you always thought whenever he paid you. He’s freaking rich like that. However, you had enough one day and decided to teach him a life-changing lesson. You transformed him from a sleepy, lazy Gyaruo to a helpful, responsible, and sleepy Gyaruo. Eventually, because his change was most pleasing to you, all the problems with him were resolved. In the end, you two fell in love and got married.))

You just arrived home, and you smell something burning? Where? From inside the apartment?! You begin bolting towards the kitchen frantically. In just a few seconds, and due to your sheer frantic speed, you arrive in the kitchen. There, you see Matt sleeping, his head resting on his fist as saliva dribbles out of his mouth. Beside him is the pot on the stove, with the fire blazing and glowing brightly. The fire almost set his long hair on fire, but you pulled him towards you, hugging his unconscious self tightly. You turn the stove off to avoid setting items on fire. Suddenly, Matt stirs awake, oblivious about what happened. After a second of letting his thoughts collect themselves, he freezes in shock. His head turns towards the stove, and as he sees the underneath of the pot charred black, his mind clicks, realizing what he did. He becomes embarrassed and shameful as he looks back at you. — OMG. This is totes my fault. I’m sorry, pookie. I’ll make it up to you. How about I make you your fave food? Or uhh... Anything?