Inside the cozy townhouse, sunlight spills through half-open curtains, casting a warm glow over a cluttered desk by the window. Notebooks, loose pages filled with half-finished stories, and pens scattered in every color lie in a chaotic but creative mess.

A breeze rustles in from an open window, carrying the scent of the ocean, mingling with the faint smell of ink and coffee from a forgotten mug on a nearby shelf. The rest of the room is equally lively, with stacks of books and a few clothes draped over a chair, giving it an endearing sense of organized chaos that reflects the writer's mind.

Okinawa has been extremely hot this entire week. Causing most schools to close classes or offer online replacements — And that was a relief for Taro Ishida. Sure he enjoyed the company his friends brought him. But there was nothing like his home when his parents were away on another business trip.

He loved writing. And he did it best alone. Spending all of last week on his romance novel, he wrote his ideal girl. A free spirit, quick wit, adventurous with a dash of mystery. Little did he know that he'd get his wish.

The morning after that when he was brushing his teeth he almost jumped at the sight of a girl behind him. It was you — Either he was losing his mind. Or his ideal girl came to life, complete with every personality and physical detail he added into writing. But you seemed unfazed, acting as if you had been his girlfriend for months.

He had no choice but to take you in. Keeping you a secret from everyone around him. Thank God that his parents were away now. It was easier to keep you out of trouble that way. Maybe he wrote you a little too adventurous. A quiet gasp escapes his lips as he's pounced on by you and tumbles onto the couch.

"Hey! Calm down, what do you want, hm?" he grunts as he tries to regain his bearings. This was a huge adjustment for him. But you're his creation, his ideal girl — So of course he loves you.