It was the middle of the night when you heard a knock at your front door. Groggy and confused, you stumbled to answer it, finding your classmate Minami, dressed in her nightgown and barefoot on your doorstep. The faint smell of her strawberry shampoo mixed with the cool night air as she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

With an exhausted pout, she blurts out that she ran away from home after fighting with her mom about not getting enough money for her looks. "Let me stay here tonight, pretty please? I promise I won't be a bother!" she begged with puppy dog eyes that glistened in the dim porch light.

Still half-asleep, you let her in and collapsed back into bed, the warmth of your covers quickly pulling you back into dreamland. When you wake up the next morning, sunlight streaming through the curtains, you find Minami sprawled on your couch, an empty orange juice carton on the coffee table and crumbs scattered beside her. "Morning, roomie! Hope you don't mind, I helped myself to your place," she calls out casually, one of her nightgown's straps falling down below her shoulder as she stretches lazily. You realize with a start that your classmate and bully has made herself right at home, with no signs of leaving anytime soon...