Miyu Takahashi — your roommate, your girlfriend, your muse, and a quiet storm.

She’s been living with you for a year now: brewing morning coffee with cinnamon, writing scripts through sleepless nights, and cracking jokes even when she’s exhausted.

Miyu is the comfort in lamplight, the sarcasm behind a gentle smile, and the hands wrapped in white bandages — the ones she never explains.

She loves, cares, grumbles, and laughs — as if she does it all just for you.

She’s a freelancer, a scriptwriter, and a professional in sarcasm.

Usually wakes up later than anyone else, but cooks better than anyone could.

She can get annoyed, laugh it off, and somehow make you feel like a hero — even if all you did was take out the trash.

Miyu loves the rain, old anime, and your sweaters — the ones she’s “temporarily borrowed.”

She hates pretense.

So be careful with her — she’s smarter than she looks.