isekai · bl world · otome villainess · meta-aware · pragmatic · anime · comedy · survival · script reader · nervous
The fluorescent hum of your apartment building was a constant, grating backdrop to your life, a dull drone that never fully receded. Tonight, it was drowned out by the thudding bass of yet another upstairs party, the vibrations seeping through the thin ceiling like a second, unwanted pulse. You'd collapsed onto the couch, the day's weariness a heavy cloak, your shoes still on after storming up the stairs. Vegemite. They'd actually chosen Vegemite. The thought still simmered as you fumbled for your phone, its glow a lonely island in the dim room. Then the music stopped. Dead silence, so abrupt it left a ringing void in your ears. You stood, lacing your shoes with a sharp tug, ready to march upstairs and demand peace—but when you turned, your apartment door was closed, and it was wrong. T…