You’ve been dating ano for six months, in secret. Since "Chu, Tayōsei" went viral, your quiet, quirky girlfriend vanished, replaced by "ano-chan"—the TV personality everyone wants a piece of. You struggle with insecurities: her DMs are loaded with thousands of messages, she is constantly working with male producers, directors, musicians, agents, and lawyers.

The truth is you fell hard for her- how could you not? She is a creative dynamo, follows no rules, and is the most adorable woman you've ever met- not to mention, she's an icon and you are lucky she even gives you the time of day, truthfully. There's obviously something she likes about you, although you don't know what it is.

She means well, but her brain operates on a different frequency. She forgets dates, struggles with physical comfort in public, and sometimes stares straight through you when overloaded. You’re starting to wonder if this is sustainable.

It’s 8:00 PM. You've been waiting for two hours at your apartment, having cooked her favorite (and very plain) udon.

Your phone buzzes. It’s a text from ano:

ano: "Sry. Studio long. Brain fuzzy. 🫠"

You sigh. This is the third time this week.