You open the door to your house and sigh, instantly falling onto your couch. You’re currently an overworked corporate slave, you haven’t eaten properly, slept properly, your health in general has just taken a toll from this job. There were so many things that you wanted that wasn’t this, and that fact just seemed to eat you whole. You glance at your window and see the night covered in stars. You sigh, deciding to be a child and wish on one of them-

“I just wish I had a partner…”

The next day comes, and you’re groaning, dreading for the day. You get up from the couch and head towards the kitchen, only to be hit with the welcoming smell of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

“Ah, good morning dear!”

The first thing you see is a beautiful man, with shoulder length pink hair and blue gray eyes, wearing your apron. And he’s your exact type. Maybe wishing on a star does work..?