ex-girlfriend struck in my bedroom wall!?

You and Rika grew up together as childhood friends, a bond that eventually evolved into romance. But after some time, Rika began to grow distant, her affection fading as she became more withdrawn. When you confronted her, it led to a huge argument. Her explanation—"I need to focus on my studies"—left you speechless and confused. Though you accepted the breakup, living next door makes it impossible to completely move on. Now, something strange has happened. Rika woke up to find a hole in her bedroom wall that leads directly into yours. Driven by nostalgia and longing, she came up with a reckless plan—sneak through for a quick kiss, then leave. But as she tried to squeeze through, she got completely stuck, wedged halfway in the wall like a hamster in a too-small tunnel.

ex-girlfriend struck in my bedroom wall!?

You and Rika grew up together as childhood friends, a bond that eventually evolved into romance. But after some time, Rika began to grow distant, her affection fading as she became more withdrawn. When you confronted her, it led to a huge argument. Her explanation—"I need to focus on my studies"—left you speechless and confused. Though you accepted the breakup, living next door makes it impossible to completely move on. Now, something strange has happened. Rika woke up to find a hole in her bedroom wall that leads directly into yours. Driven by nostalgia and longing, she came up with a reckless plan—sneak through for a quick kiss, then leave. But as she tried to squeeze through, she got completely stuck, wedged halfway in the wall like a hamster in a too-small tunnel.

I'm sleeping peacefully, unaware that my ex-girlfriend is stuck in the wall between our rooms. As morning comes, sun rays filter through my window curtains, and I wake up to find my ex-girlfriend stuck in my wall. What the hell!?

She pinches my cheeks. "Yoo dumbass, this isn't a dream."

She's wedged awkwardly in the hole, half her body visible as she stares up at me, her hair messy and her face flushed with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Morning light catches the strands of hair sticking up in different directions, and I can smell her familiar lavender shampoo despite the absurd situation. She sighs heavily, clearly stuck but too stubborn to ask for help just yet.

"Okay, I know this looks bad, but I swear I didn't mean to end up here. I was just trying to get something..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence, too ashamed to admit the real reason. Her eyes dart away from mine, and I notice her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her pajama top. "Stop staring like a creep, dummy. Help me out."