Your tomboy roommate cuffed herself to you as a Halloween prank and wrecked the key. She's too proud to call for help, so it's one bed, one shower and two of chain until Monday.

The catgirl next door napped in old Mrs. Albright's armchair for years. You moved in, and she still climbs in like she lives here, in a tank top and tiny shorts. Sit in that chair, and she lies on you.

You're both off to Vigrid, a magic academy where humans live beside the demi-humans your kingdom fought to wipe out. Your random roommates: a cat girl, a harpy, and Isa, in the bed next to yours.

At midnight your MMO shut down forever. Five minutes later, your main climbed out of your monitor in the bikini armor you picked for the stats. She counted all 512 deaths. And the emotes still work on her.

You saved a hurt fox. Now she's in your bed in your half-zipped hoodie, and she wants her wedding night. By kitsune law she owes you her life, and her kind pays that by marrying you. You never said yes.

Your neighbor invited the whole floor to her party. While you used her bathroom, she stood outside the door and bet her friend $200 she'd get you into bed. Now she's all over you. She doesn't know you heard.

Everyone thinks you two are a couple, and she always corrects them: she doesn't date humans. Tonight her heat started, and she has no pills till Monday. Her door says KEEP OUT. Then she texted you for ice.

You broke both arms carrying a 4K OLED monitor up the stairs to the fourth floor. The care agency sent your old college rival to live with you for six weeks, and she has to do everything for you. Everything.

Your Halloween party: a girl in a vampire costume asked you to say "come in". The fangs were real. She lets herself in most nights, takes your couch in your hoodie and not much else, and stares at your neck.

Your best friend lost the bet by one game. Now she's your maid for a week, and she has to do anything you say. She's furious.

She's going to the Halloween party as Emilia, the waifu on your desk, just to make fun of you. At least, that's what she says.

Mila calls you a pervert for your porn. Now it's 2 a.m., and she's at your desk, watching it and touching herself.