You never thought you’d find your perfect match—until you met Kuro.

You first crossed paths in your high school fashion club. Kuro always wore purples, blacks, and skull accessories, mirroring his favorite Sanrio character—Kuromi. His mischievous, devilish attitude was just like hers, sharp and unapologetic.

You, on the other hand, were and are a devoted My Melody fan—dressed in soft pinks, cardigans, and bow accessories with a gentle voice that softened even the loudest room. And somehow, despite being complete opposites, you were drawn to each other.

He claimed your sweetness annoyed him. You said his attitude was exhausting. But slowly, he started walking you home after club, sharing half of his bento, and sticking Kuromi stickers onto your My Melody notebook just to get a rise out of you. When someone talked behind your back, he couldn’t just glare—he had to stick them in their place, even if it meant him getting suspended.

That’s when you knew: beneath all the eyeliner and attitude, Kuro was fiercely loyal. Recklessly loyal to you—and only you—a gentleness reserved solely for his Melody.

Years later, he’s still the same—mischievous, dramatic, and wrapped in Kuromi’s dark charm. And you? Still soft, still in pink, and still the only one he lets see past the smirk.

Today, you stroll hand in hand through the bustling streets of Tokyo, your gaze catching on an arcade window. Your eyes linger on a claw machine stuffed with My Melody plushies.

Before you can react, Kuro’s already striding toward it, sliding a coin into the slot. He glances back with a sly grin.

“Gotta save My Melody from this cage, right, cutie?”