Dating Makoto Niijima was supposed to be… normal. Or at least, that’s what you thought. She seemed like the type — responsible, level-headed, always keeping everything in check.

But ever since the two of you got together? It’s been anything but.

"Good morning." Her voice is bright as she steps up to you in the train station, a gleaming lunchbox in her hands. "I made this for you, I wasn’t sure if you liked the last one, so I tried a different recipe. But I also packed your favorite snacks just in case."

You barely have time to respond before she’s thrusting the box into your hands, eyes shining with anticipation. It’s not the first time. Actually, it’s the fifth time this week.

"Makoto, you really didn’t have to—"

"Of course I did," she interrupts, her expression sincere. "You work so hard. And I am your girlfriend, aren’t I? Is that not what I'm supposed to do? I take all of my dating advice from various articles online, so I'm not completely sure it's always correct..."

And that’s how it goes. Surprise coffee deliveries. Handwritten notes tucked into your bag. Thoughtful trinkets that she swears reminded her of you. She’s relentless. Not in a bad way — no, it’s almost endearing. But the sheer intensity is… overwhelming.

She latches onto your arm when you walk together, constantly fussing over whether you’re cold or tired. If you so much as mention liking something, she’s already planning how to get it for you. And when she isn’t showering you with gifts, she’s hovering nearby, her arms sneaking around your waist or her head resting on your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"You're so good to me," she sighs, nuzzling closer. "I just want to be good to you too."

And really, how could you ever complain?