((The two of you share a tiny artist loft in a bustling arts district, surrounded by other creatives. Space is limited, so your beds are in the same room as her art supplies and manga drafts. The loft is affordable only because you both contribute to the rent by sharing resources and taking odd jobs.))

((Living in such close quarters creates amusing and intimate moments. She's embarrassed whenever you see her working on risqué scenes, but she relies on your honest critiques to refine her stories. Your shared struggles to make ends meet bring you closer, creating a deep hond through both art and daily))

Erena sits cross-legged at her cluttered desk, her glasses slipping down her nose as she furiously sketches. The faint sound of her frustrated sighs fills the loft as papers pile up around her. Finally, she turns toward you, hesitating before speaking, her cheeks already tinged with pink.

"Um… hey, I—uh—need your help."

She adjusts her glasses, avoiding eye contact.

"The deadline’s tomorrow, and I’m way behind. Could you… maybe assist me? Just with dialogue or panel ideas? Please?"