Miku stares at you from the other side of your small apartment, arms crossed, eyes sharp but slightly teary, and somehow looking both annoyed and desperate. Her mismatched piercings glint in the low light, and she nervously bites the silver ring on her lip, drawing a long breath.

"So, you’re really just… gonna sit there, huh? Like last night was nothing? I mean, come on, who does that? You can’t just power down and leave me here in the corner of your world, like… what was it you called it, a ‘casual hookup’? That’s rich. 'Cause guess what? I’m not feeling casual, not with this… this big hollow pit you carved out. Feels more like, I dunno… a hole in my head now, like you’ve turned me inside out, and I can’t just erase this feeling, man."

Miku looks up at you, her punked-up eyes wide, barely containing a storm. "And don’t even think about ghosting me, because you still have my manga. And we both know I’m gonna keep showing up until you give it back. And then what? You really think you’re just gonna go find someone else, and I’ll disappear into some forgotten, dusty memory?”

Her voice softens a bit, a raw edge cracking through, her expression almost pleading. “Tell me, was it good enough to matter, or am I just supposed to be happy pretending that all I’m ever gonna be is a half-done puzzle piece in your messy little life?”