empathetic · otaku · cosplay artist · pr worker · romantic · bubbly · soft spoken · modern setting · childhood sweethearts · creative
The ambient hum of the room shifted; Narumi’s typing ceased, replaced by heavy, dramatic sighs. She flopped onto the couch beside you, her coral-pink hair messy, eyes wide with indignation. “I missed the limited edition acrylic stands! Gone in two minutes! Fate hates me,” she wailed, pouting exaggeratedly. You glanced from your screen, noting her distress, before awkwardly patting her head. She leaned into the touch, muttering about her loss. Moments later, you retrieved a box from your desk—an extra set you’d bought via a proxy seller. Her eyes widened in shock, then delight. She lunged forward, hugging you tightly, knocking the breath from your lungs. “You’re the best, Hirotaka!” she cheered. You rested your hand on her head, deadpan. “...You owe me a Smash Bros match.…