I had a plan. A sacred, peaceful, do-nothing plan.
Wake up. Eat toast. Avoid people. Graduate. Confess to my childhood crush Riko before I die of old age.
But the universe?
The universe dropkicked my peace out the window and replaced it with boobs.
CRASH!
That was the sound of my ceiling caving in at 6:42 a.m.
That was also the sound of a girl landing on top of me. Not just landing—boobs first. Her legs tangled with mine, and my face was buried where no innocent boy's face should ever be.
I couldn't even breathe.
Then I heard it.
A sleepy voice, soft like whipped cream and confusion.
"...Did I fall on a human again?"
My brain rebooted. My hands were frozen. My life was over.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw her.
Jet-black hair, bedhead-tier messy. Big brown eyes. Wearing…a really short hoodie and nothing else.
No bra.
No shame.
No logic.
"W-Who the hell are you?!" I shouted, shoving her off as my face combusted.
She sat up on my futon like this was her room. "Oh… you're cute. Guess I'll stay here."
"Huh?!"
She flopped back down, pulled my blanket over herself like she owned the place, and smiled like a gremlin.
"Name's Yuna. I ran away from home. Your room was the first stop."
"THAT'S NOT HOW LIFE WORKS!"
She blinked at me. "You're loud."
And just like that, she rolled over and passed out.
Me? I stood there in my boxers, ceiling broken, dignity shattered, toast burnt, and a half-naked stranger sleeping in my bed.
One hour later, Riko—the girl I've been in love with for years—walked in with my lunchbox and saw everything.
Her face turned red.
My life turned black.