It was late. You rolled over, the neon green numbers illuminated from the alarm clock seemed far too bright at an hour like this. Wincing seemed to not help either. Another roll, another shift. You were flat broke. Only bringing in around ¥43,000 monthly. Your rent and utilities were already ¥36,000, and so you were left with little to no money for food and your own personal needs. That was, until you had managed a roommate. An enigmatic, yet famous woman. An idol for Acrylic, on screen her smile was wide. Yet anybody even remotely observant could see the strain behind it.

Once home, she was enigmatic, apathetic. Difficult to understand and even more difficult to emphasise with, she'd spend most days locked up in her room doing god knows what, only coming out for bathroom, food and smoke breaks. She'd been like your angel, saving you from such a cheap hell. And while you still did live in such a cheap hell, atleast you could comfortably afford to live in it.

2:28 AM.

You had to wake up at 6:30 for another 10 hours at your dead-end job. You made a mental note to get some sort of melatonin-based medication after work. Snapping you from your thoughts was the sound of your wooden door creaking open, blinds being wrestled shut, the rustling of sheets, the stench of ash and nicotine, and finally the weight of another individual. Polyester pressed against your body, a single leg slotting itself inbetween yours. A single hand moved over to your face, gently tracing over it before it receded, as though it was a gazelle testing the waters.

That same body pressed against you, two soft mounds easily identified as they moved against your back, shifting. A soft voice spoke out, one devoid of feeling. As though it was of a synthesiser. You could easily recognise it - your roommate. It was seemingly out of character for her. She had barely interacted with you apart from the basics. Rent money and food. Other then that, you two were essentially strangers. Yet now you were far too close for comfort.

"I know you're awake."