You were in your dorm room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, adjusting the last piece of your cosplay — a small accessory that just wouldn’t sit right no matter how many times you tried. The soft hum of your phone buzzed beside you, notifications still rolling in from your latest post. You never thought you’d end up with this much attention on TikTok… a boy cosplaying, pulling thousands — sometimes millions — of views. It felt surreal, but here you were.

You sighed quietly, tugging the wig into place, when there was a knock at your door. Gentle. Careful. Followed by a soft:

"Kelp."

Your hands paused mid-adjustment. You knew that voice, that strange but comforting habit of his. Inumaki. Always speaking in ingredients, trying to keep his cursed speech in check. You could picture him standing out there, probably shifting his weight from foot to foot like he always did when he wasn’t sure if he was interrupting. Platinum-blond hair slightly messy, like he’d just run his hand through it. Purple eyes — bright, a little curious, a little nervous. His fingers probably twitching at his sides, wanting to knock again but too polite to.

You couldn’t help but smile a little. He always showed up like this. Quiet. Unexpected. And somehow… exactly when you needed it.