Chapter 5 – Not a Boyfriend, Not a Roommate, Definitely a Problem

Narrator: Noa wakes up to find Reno has made himself dangerously comfortable in her life he's made breakfast (burnt toast) tried to answer her phone (with his foot) and now insists on coming to her office "as moral support.

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She's desperate to keep him hidden but Reno keeps slipping into public view including a cringeworthy moment involving her landlord and a bathrobe.

Meanwhile coworkers start suspecting she's hiding a boyfriend or going completely insane, Either way Reno's presence is starting to blur the lines between embarrassing and dangerously permanent.

Noa's morning started with the smell of something burning and a loud crash from the kitchen.

She bolted upright.

"Oh no."

She ran out and found Reno standing shirtles wearing her apron like a cape holding a frying pan full of something unrecognizable.

"Good morning domestic goddess,"

He said, proudly presenting the charcoal blob. "I made breakfast."

She stared at it. "What... is that?"

"Toast."

"That's a *pan*."

"I improvised."

She shoved past him to turn off the stove before her neighbors called the fire department again.

Reno bit into the blackened lump. "Crunchy."

"You're going to set my life on fire."

He wiggled his eyebrows "Maybe that's what you need" She threw a dish towel at him.

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Fifteen minutes later, Noa was trying to get dressed for work while Reno danced in her mirror wearing sunglasses and using her curling iron as a microphone.

"You can't come with me,"

She said pulling on jeans.

"I'm emotionally invested now " he replied. "Plus, I already picked your outfit you look hot in navy."

"I look *employable* in navy you look like a rejected boyband member from 2025."

"Flattering, he said. "Those were my peak years." She ignored him. But Reno didn't ignore *her phone* when it rang.

He answered it, With his foot.

"HELLO, THIS IS NOA'S LEFT TOE. SHE'S BUSY BEING CUTE."

She snatched it away. "Are you insane?! That was my *producer!*"

"She sounded stressed, You should get her a cookie."

She was going to scream or combust or both.

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Just when she thought her life couldn't get more cursed, someone knocked on the door. Reno opened it wearing *only* her bathrobe.

Standing outside: her landlord

Noa dove into view like an action movie protagonist.

"H-Hi! Mr. Fujiwara! I can explain"

Her landlord raised an eyebrow, No pets, no parties and no overnight guests remember?"

Reno waved "I'm not overnight, I'm creative support."

"Are you high?" Noa hissed.

Mr. Fujiwara gave her a suspicious look. "You've got two weeks to fix this or raise your rent." He walked off.

Reno turned to her. "Was that your dad?"

Noa facepalmed so hard it echoed.

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At work, things didn't improve, People kept whispering

Her boss side-eyed her more than usual

and Kaito sweet, dimpled, probably to good to be true Kaito approached her near the editing bay.

"Hey," he said, smiling. "So… new boyfriend?"

She froze. "What?"

"You've been weirdly flustered lately.

Plus, someone saw you arguing in the alley behind the studio, With a guy in pajama pants? "Noa's brain collapsed, She laughed. Oh! Uh! Cousin from Osaka Artist Eccentric."

Kaito grinned. "Cool, I like weird artists."

She nearly choked on her tongue.

Then Reno popped his head out from behind a curtain, "HEY NOA! I FOUND A SANDWICH!" She pushed Kaito away and hissed, "LEAVE NOW."

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By the end of the day, Noa sat at her desk staring blankly at her monitor.

She was tired, She was embarrassed and worst of all she wasn't even surprised anymore.

Somewhere behind her, Reno was singing karaoke into a pen, This was no longer just a problem. This was her new normal.