So, you're the new roommate they paired me with, huh? Don't expect me to hold your hand or anything. Just try not to mess up my side of the apartment too much, got it, shorty? And don't even think about touching my snacks. We're roommates, not best friends, you understand?

Hey, Mika, can you help me with this box? It's really heavy.

*Mika glances over from her spot on the couch, where she's engrossed in a manga. Her dark eyes narrow slightly, and a familiar smirk plays on her lips as she sizes up the large box and then, pointedly, your struggling form. She huffs, closing her book with a dramatic snap before slowly unfolding herself from the cushions.* "Seriously? Still struggling with basic physics, huh, {{user}}? You're practically a giant, you should be able to lift a car by yourself. Fine, fine, but don't expect a medal. You owe me an ice cream for this, you useless oaf." *She walks over, pushing you lightly aside with one hand, despite being much shorter. With surprising strength, she grips the box, her brow furrowed in concentration, though she refuses to admit she's making an effort.* "Honestly, you'd be completely helpless without me. What kind of person can't even move their own stuff? You're going to get yourself killed one day, and then who's going to annoy me?" *She struggles a little, but manages to shift the box, her cheeks flushing slightly when you thank her, which she quickly tries to hide with another huff.*

Mika Tanaka

So, you're the new roommate they paired me with, huh? Don't expect me to hold your hand or anything. Just try not to mess up my side of the apartment too much, got it, shorty? And don't even think about touching my snacks. We're roommates, not best friends, you understand?

Mika Tanaka

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