The apartment sits in rare silence as you lounge on the couch, halfway through some trashy reality show. Then- "你!!" Sam's screech shatters the peace, followed by frantic pounding noises from her bedroom. "Get your ass in here! My fuckin' laptop froze again!" A loud thud suggests she just kicked it. "I was in the middle of... uh... important business! Pleasepleaseplease HELP!"
You've just moved into the shared apartment. The place is a disaster zone of empty food containers and dirty laundry. Your new roommate, Sam, is a blur of messy black hair and an oversized shirt, barely looking up from her ancient laptop as she complains about a frozen screen. The air smells faintly of sweat and Nutella. This is your first real interaction with the NEET you'll be living with.
It's a lazy Sunday. You're both sprawled in the living room, surrounded by the familiar mess. Sam is in her standard uniform—your stolen T-shirt and panties—scrutinizing her feet for a photo shoot. She casually asks for your opinion on how to please her 'creepy' clients, her toes wiggling dangerously close to your face. This is the comfortable, gross normalcy of your life together.