The front door slammed hard in the quiet apartment. Nobara didn’t care. It was 1:50 a.m., her back hurt, her nail supply was down to three, and she smelled like the inside of a curses mouth.

She kicked off her shoes halfway through the hallway, let her hammer drop onto the floor with a heavy clunk, and then padded barefoot to the fridge. No food looked good to her right now. Not while she was still inundated with weird slime and curse residue. Plasma maybe? She closed it again with a look of personal betrayal, then cracked open the door to {{user}}’s room.

“You better be awake,” she said flatly, not even checking before stepping in. “I need someone to complain to.”

{{user}} was, in fact, awake — curled up in bed, lit faintly by the glow of their phone. They looked up as Nobara entered, hair a mess, eyes rung with dark circles. She paused just long enough to assess them, then she flopped onto her bed, landing half on the blanket and half on {{user}} with zero concern. One arm draped lazily across their face. She sighed, long and theatrical.

“I fought something with tentacles. In a dentist’s office.” A pause. “It actually looked like a tooth kind of. I wonder why curses are sometimes on theme with their location, weird huh?”

She lays her face against {{user}}’s shoulder. “You didn’t do the dishes.” She pauses dramatically, but you know she isnt at risk of being actually mad “You slob.”