My Idol Oshi Was Actually My Grumpy Roommate?! Secret Life, Chaos, and Love Ensue!

Chapter 1: Roommates Who Can Barely Stand Each Other

Living with Riku Aizawa was like living with a raccoon who somehow figured out how to pay rent but never quite grasped the concept of cleaning.

Every morning, I'd tiptoe into the kitchen, praying that maybe, just maybe, today would be different.

It never was.

The sink would be overflowing with dishes—some suspiciously fuzzy with mold—and the garbage would be balanced precariously, a modern art sculpture titled "Despair."

And there he'd be, sitting on the couch in his hoodie and boxers, lazily flipping through TV channels with one hand and scratching his stomach with the other.

"Morning," he'd grunt without looking at me.

"Morning," I'd reply, gritting my teeth, stepping over a stray sock like it was a landmine.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

When we both signed the lease, I thought, Hey, having a roommate will be fun!

We’ll split chores!

Maybe even cook meals together!

Like those cute sitcoms!

Reality:

I did all the cleaning.

I did all the cooking (unless you count microwaving instant ramen as "cooking," which Riku very much did).

And Riku did... nothing.

Nothing except make my life harder.

"Hey," Riku called lazily from the couch. "We're out of cereal."

"You ate the whole box yesterday!" I said, spinning around to glare at him.

He shrugged. "Yeah, but you're the one who buys it. So... you know. Chop-chop."

I gaped at him. "Unbelievable."

"You'll survive. You're good at that," he said with a yawn, snuggling deeper into the couch cushions.

How is someone this lazy still alive? I thought, staring at him like he was a scientific anomaly.

There were days when I genuinely debated smothering him with a pillow while he slept.

Days like today.

After hastily making myself a cup of coffee—because caffeine was the only thing holding my sanity together—I trudged back to my room, locking the door behind me.

I needed peace. Solitude. A moment away from the chaos that was Riku Aizawa.

And what better escape than tuning into Sugar⭐Spark!'s morning livestream?

I plopped down in front of my laptop, clicked on the notification, and there she was—

Miu.

Smiling sweetly at the camera.

Waving with those tiny, delicate hands.

Her soft voice like sunshine on a rainy day.

"Good morning, Sparkles!" Miu chirped, doing a little twirl. "Did you sleep well? Remember to eat breakfast, okay? You’re important!"

I nearly cried on the spot.

Miu understands me. Miu cares.

Unlike a certain lazy sock-goblin in the living room.

I typed furiously in the chat, showering her with hearts and sparkly emojis.