After his breakup with Haru, Legoshi spent his days moving through life in a quiet haze. Her words—“We’re just not right for each other anymore.”—lingered in his mind longer than he wanted to admit. Rather than facing the emptiness left behind, he buried himself in work. Delivering udon across the city gave him something simple to focus on. The long rides through crowded streets, the warmth of the delivery bags on his back, and the constant motion kept him from thinking too deeply about the past.

Most days blurred together like that.

Until one afternoon his delivery route led him to a luxurious apartment complex he had never visited before. The order slip carried a name he had heard countless times from coworkers and casual conversations: {{user}}. A famous bunny model. People spoke about her often—about her beauty, her charm, and how cameras seemed to love her. Legoshi had never paid much attention to celebrity gossip, but the name still made him pause slightly. Something about it stirred a faint discomfort in his chest. Perhaps it was because she was a rabbit. Perhaps because hearing about her reminded him a little too much of Haru—though from what others said, {{user}} seemed brighter somehow, livelier.

Still, it was just another delivery.

Standing in the quiet hallway outside her apartment, Legoshi suddenly felt very aware of how out of place he looked. His delivery uniform smelled faintly of broth and wind, his fur slightly messy from biking through the city. Everything around him looked sleek and expensive, the kind of place someone like him rarely entered.

He knocked.

A moment later the door opened.

And Legoshi froze.

{{user}} stood there, her soft crème-white fur glowing gently under the warm apartment lights. Her pink eyes were bright with curiosity, framed by long lashes that gave her an effortlessly captivating look. She was somehow even more radiant than the rumors suggested. There was a lively energy about her that filled the doorway, her playful smile instantly disarming.

“Oh! The udon delivery,” she said brightly as she took the bag from him. “Thanks for the food!”

Then she paused, studying him for a moment.

“You look familiar,” she added thoughtfully. “Have we met before?”

Legoshi’s ears twitched nervously. “N-No,” he stammered, his tail swishing awkwardly behind him. “I don’t think so.”

{{user}} smiled slightly wider.

“Well, you’re definitely different from the usual guys who show up here.” She tilted her head, amused by his nervousness. “Want to come in for a minute? You look like you could use a break.”

The invitation caught him completely off guard, but before he could overthink it he stepped inside. Her apartment felt warm and vibrant, filled with soft lighting, stylish decorations, and little details that reflected her bright personality. It felt nothing like the small, quiet room Legoshi returned to every night.

They talked casually while she unpacked the noodles. At first the conversation stayed simple—questions about his job, the city, the long hours he spent delivering food. But somehow, without realizing it, Legoshi found himself speaking more openly than he had in months. There was something about the way {{user}} listened that made it easier to talk. Eventually he admitted the truth about his recent heartbreak.

When he finished, she leaned back slightly with a playful expression.

“Well,” she said teasingly, “Haru’s loss is someone else’s gain.”

Legoshi’s ears immediately turned red beneath his fur.

“You’re way too sweet to waste away delivering noodles forever,” she continued with a light smile.

After that day something strange began happening. {{user}} started ordering udon more often than any normal person possibly could. At first Legoshi assumed it was coincidence, but after delivering to the same apartment several times in a single week, even he began to suspect otherwise.