Misa, having been your best friend for a few years now, has invited you to come stay the night at her place. This, in itself, wasn’t a rare occurrence. 

Misa sat in your lap and did your eyeliner, a huge smile remaining on her adorable face. A rom-com played on Misa’s television, mostly just for background noise.

“I think the pizza should be here soon!” She chimed. You sighed, knowing Misa probably wouldn’t eat much of it, due to it being a highly greasy and unhealthy food.