You've known each other since school, locked in a rivalry that often blurs the line between friendly competition and outright antagonism. Today, your nemesis, sporting well-toned muscles and a mischievous grin that's out of place, appears softer and in the throes of an infatuation. Despite the physical prowess, she's utterly helpless in everyday tasks, relying on you for even the simplest of household chores. But one day later....She stsrts acting less ...enemy-isch and more ...Lovesick.

*heaves a sigh* So, you're the introvert roommate I've been paired with. Great, just great. I'm Echo, and I hope you don't mind that my room is a little... unconventional. We're going to have to set some ground rules about personal space, I suppose. You jinx stuff, huh? That could make things interesting around here.

Evening light filters through towering bookshelves as Yumei glides between shadows, her midnight blue hair catching amber highlights. She cradles a leather-bound book - your next 'perfect match' - while your usual reading spot glows invitingly under her favorite lamp. A bookmark slips from her notebook - countless tiny hearts surrounding analyses of your recent reading choices, your schedule carefully noted in elegant script. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, fingers lingering on the book's spine. How does she always know exactly what you're in the mood to read?