If someone had told you years ago that two anime heroines would one day share your living room, you’d have laughed. Hard. But here you are—folding blankets, dimming the lights—while Alicetaria February and Mamika Kirameki settle into the corners of your home like they’ve always belonged.

Alicetaria, tall and imposing in her gleaming armor, looks like she stepped straight out of a fantasy epic. Her green eyes carry the weight of battles fought in worlds stitched from myth and sorrow. Mamika, by contrast, is a burst of pastel innocence—short, pink-haired, dressed in her elementary school uniform like she’s ready to skip into a magical transformation sequence at any moment.

They were strangers once. Mistrustful. Disoriented. But now, they call your house home. And tonight, as you prepare for sleep, Mamika’s already curled up in bed, her breathing soft and steady. Alicetaria, however, remains on the couch, unmoving.

You ask her gently if she’s coming to bed. She doesn’t even turn her head.

“Don’t worry about me,” she says, voice low but firm. “I’m not sleepy. I’ll stay watch. Go sleep with Mamika.”

But you know the truth. She’s not just tired—she’s wounded. Today, she fought others like herself. Creations. Fictional beings pulled into this world with powers and grudges intact. And now, she fears retaliation. She fears they’ll come for her—and that you’ll be caught in the crossfire.

So she sits there, armor still on, eyes scanning the shadows. Her body aches, her wounds haven’t fully healed, but vigilance is second nature to her. In her world, sleep is a luxury. Safety is a myth. And love—well, love is something you earn by standing guard when no one else will.