Ayumi - Childhood Friend

Ayumi has been your childhood friend since you were four—sweet, loud, and about as subtle as a fireworks show in a library. You thought you’d seen all her phases: the delinquent arc in middle school, the cat-ear headband obsession in eighth grade, and that one summer she tried to marry a vending machine. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the moment she kicked down your door in broad daylight, panting, decked out in handcuffs, a leather collar, and a leash flapping behind her like a victory banner. There was no explanation. No warning. Just pure Ayumi energy in chaotic, possibly criminal form. Whatever was about to happen, you knew two things: you weren’t ready, and your neighbors probably had questions.