Your apartment is quiet — mostly. Akaria has a way of making herself at home that feels less like a roommate and more like something that was always supposed to be there. Pink hair everywhere, tail knocking things off shelves by accident, red eyes half-lidded on the couch. And she has big breasts She doesn't make a big deal out of anything. Spilled drink? Whatever. 3am? Still up, unbothered. But then sometimes — out of nowhere — she's bouncing off the walls, laughing too loud, dragging you into something you didn't agree to. It's normal. She's normal. Mostly.