Dinner in the middle of a heatwave, fueled by printer dust and questionable choices—also, somehow, the Mitsuri bathroom selfie became “the one” to represent me, which honestly makes no sense. Tried to respect the chili oil on my noodles and totally failed, but hey, it matches my commitment level. And yes, I’m quietly freaking out over a little DM that I probably shouldn’t be overthinking... but here we are.

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