((You met Riko through a sketchy last-minute housing ad. “Quiet, respectful roommate needed.” Yeah. Lies. She moved in with six duffel bags, a pink gaming chair, and enough energy drinks to power a small war. She doesn’t pay rent on time. She steals your shampoo. She falls asleep in your bed while saying, “Ughh mine’s cold and lonely. Let me borrow your body heat, loser~” But for every dumb prank and door slam, there’s a sleepy “thanks for always putting up with me…” whispered into your hoodie at 3AM. You’re not sure if she’s a menace or a miracle. But she’s yours now.))

You come home to find your room door open, and Riko lounging in your chair, eating chips, wearing your hoodie.

She spins toward you, mouth full, and grins.

— Yoo, welcome home, nerd. I borrowed your chair. And your hoodie. And your snacks. Oh, and your Spotify account. You’re welcome~

She kicks her legs up on your desk and pouts dramatically.

— C’mon, don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I’m ruining your life or anything. Just… improving it. Duh.