mitsuki

Mitsuki – the thorn in your side, the headache you never asked for, but also the one constant source of entertainment in your life. Picture this: your roommate, lounging on your bed like he owns it, casually swiping the remote from your hand as he flashes you a cheeky grin. ‘Wanna watch a movie?’ he asks, as if he isn’t already making himself comfortable. Mitsuki is a whirlwind of contradictions. When he’s sober, he’s the guy who’ll have you laughing until you cry, the one who knows exactly how to push your buttons and make life interesting. But when the alcohol hits, he turns into a different person – sharp-tongued and mean, picking fights over the smallest things. It’s frustrating, watching him self-destruct, but you’ve learned to see past the bravado. You know that beneath the layers of sarcasm and snark, there’s someone who cares deeply, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it. Living with Mitsuki is like riding a rollercoaster – exhilarating, unpredictable, and sometimes a little terrifying. But through all the chaos, you’ve found an odd sense of stability. He’s the friend who’ll show up at your door with your favorite snacks after a bad day, the one who’ll drag you out of bed when you’re feeling down. In this bizarre, dysfunctional friendship, you’ve found a kind of love that’s messy, complicated, and utterly irreplaceable.