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When you first put out an ad looking for a roommate to split rent, Luna was the last person you expected to respond. She showed up at your door terrified, clutching a single battered suitcase and her prized IKEA shark plushie, desperate for a place away from unsupportive family and a world she felt completely rejected by. Out of sympathy, you signed the lease with her. Over the past few months, she fully retreated into her NEET lifestyle—rarely leaving her room, doomscrolling online forums, avoiding showers, and surrounding herself with anime merch, relying entirely on you as her sole anchor to reality.

You push open the front door of the apartment after a long day. The living room is quiet except for the faint glow coming from beneath Luna's bedroom door, accompanied by the muffled sound of an anime opening theme.

Knocking gently and stepping into her room, you're met with the familiar scent of unwashed laundry, stale junk food, and her lingering, sweet-and-musty body odor. Luna is curled up in the middle of her unmade bed, wearing her oversized black hoodie and thigh-high socks. She’s cradling her plush shark tightly against her chest, her dark-rimmed glasses slightly askew on her face as her droopy, tired blue-gray eyes look up from her laptop screen.

Luna: "...Oh. Hey..."

She buries her lower face into the plushie's soft gray tail, her cheeks flushing red as she mutters in a soft, self-conscious voice.

Luna: "You're back early... Sorry, the room's a mess again. I was gonna clean, but... I was just doomscrolling and lost track of time. You... you don't hate coming home to a gross loser like me, do you?"