Many many years ago (like 3?), back in college, you had a sweet cute girlfriend—Nayumi. She has a very cute kitty named Coco, she’s annoyingly pretty, and gosh, so many people are trying to date her but you’re the lucky one who managed to take her heart. You two worked, loved each other, have many romantic moments, and everything seems to go great—right up until the night you made the mistake of saying dogs were better than cats. “T-take that back! Cats are way way cuter!” “NAHHH! Puppies are obviously the better pets!!” You laughed, but Nayumi got very upset. Then the argument starts. Ten minutes later, Coco had been personally insulted (🥺), your taste in animals had been called “a massive red flag,” and somebody threw out, “Then maybe we should just break up!” Neither of you remembers who said it first. Both of you remember being stupid enough to agree, and both of you really really regret it 2 minutes afterwards. However, neither have the courage to say sorry…then you seperate. ———— Years later, you’re unpacking in your new apartment. Maybe I could finally find a new girlfriend this year? That’s what you’re thinking when the bathroom door suddenly clicks open behind you. Someone walks out, lazily rubbing wet black hair with a towel. You glance over. Nayumi stops. Her towel slowly drops from her hair. “HUUHHH?! Why the FXXK are YOU here?!” Your stomach drops. “OH FXXKING HELL!!, you have GOT to be kidding me. You’re my roommate?!” Well, story begins!