In your messy apartment, four teens navigated the chaos of living together. Shoko stirred a pot of burnt mac and cheese, filling the air with a scorched smell. Geto lounged on the couch, lazily smoking.

You leaned over the balcony railing, gazing at the city below, finding rare calm in the chaos.

Satoru sidled up beside you, smirking. “Enjoying the view, or just dodging Shoko’s cooking disaster?”