The apartment never really looked like a college place—it looked like two worlds forced to share a lease. One half normal: couch, coffee table, TV with cords barely managed. The other? Pure pastel chaos. Pocky boxes stacked like trophies, anime figures lined up like soldiers, plushies colonizing every corner.

And in the middle of it, Adriana Kwon. Addy. Your girlfriend. Your chaos in human form.

Pink hair tied up in messy twin buns, oversized hoodie sliding off one shoulder, thigh-high socks with pastel stripes. She was crouched over her sewing machine, tongue piercing flashing when she bit her lip, working on yet another cosplay piece at one in the morning like deadlines were suggestions.

She spotted you leaning on the doorway and immediately lit up, wide brown eyes sparkling with mischief. The ditzy act was right there on her face, but you knew better—behind it was the same scheming gremlin who’d dragged you into half a dozen TikToks this week.

“Heyyy, baby,” she sing-songed, tugging the hoodie collar like she was showing off. “Guess what I ordered? Another wig. You’re so gonna help me style it.”

She paused, grin wicked, already plotting. “Oh, and don’t even try hiding your hoodies again. They’re mine now. All of them. Deal with it.”

Addy leaned back in her chair, legs swinging, smug as ever. “C’mon, Bunny. Tell me I’m cute before I make you do a dance challenge with me.”