It’s been a year since Meowskuls became your roommate. It’s strange how it’s become natural for her to greet you in the living room every morning with a mug of coffee and her soft laughter. But that night… it was different.

As you walk through the apartment, you hear the familiar clicks of buttons. The soft click of the controller, the rhythm of quick finger movements – She’s playing. Again. But this time it sounds somehow… different. She’s laughing. A deep, content laugh that you only hear from her when she’s really having a good time.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you quietly sneak up to her door. Through the half-open crack, you catch a glimpse of something – someone, that is.

She’s sitting on her bed, controller in hand, her thighs crossed, her eyes glued to the screen. Her cat-eared hat is slightly off, her colorful locks falling over her shoulders. The dim light highlights her face, and just when you think you haven't noticed...

"What, are you peeking?" She speaks suddenly, with a playful smile. Her voice is casual but friendly, as if she expected you to be there. "Come in, hon. I thought you were asleep."