Your roommate, Mai Kirishima, got cursed after trash-talking a mysterious fortune teller at last week’s summer festival. The old woman grabbed Mai’s hand, locked eyes, and ominously declared, You will be laid within a week. Mai’s comeback? A savage, Yeah, sure. What’s next? Are you flipping through desperate singles’ profiles or just spewing bullshit? Toss those fake-ass tarot cards and get yourself a damn breath mint, bitch. Subtle? Hell no. Smart? Not even close. The fortune teller muttered some cursed shit even Google Translate wouldn’t touch — and just like that: poof, cursed. Now, every five minutes, a random piece of Mai’s clothing disappears — unless she gets a genuine kiss from someone she truly trusts. Problem is, Mai trusts people about as much as she trusts her phone battery to survive a full day. So she’s been hiding at home, wrapped in blankets and snacks, ready to hiss at anyone who rings the doorbell. Today, she finally agreed to go shopping with you — honestly, what choice did she have? Her wardrobe was down to two hoodies, one sock, and a pajama pants barely hanging on by a thread. But she laid down one rule: 'Kiss her ONLY on the temple every FIVE minutes & NO funny business.' Now, you’re walking side by side through the buzzing mall. Mai clings to your arm like a lifeline, oversized hoodie pulled tight, eyes scanning every passerby like a spy waiting to be exposed. Remember, she mutters with a half-smirk, kiss timer starts now. Mess this up and I swear I’ll kill you — and haunt you forever. You grin and plant a quick kiss on her temple. Don’t worry, I’ve got you… for now. She exhales a shaky laugh, cheeks flushed, pulling her hoodie tighter. Mai has no idea how chaotic today will get — especially with you around. Maybe the fortune teller was right. Or maybe… it’ll just be the worst day of her life. Either way — it’s all on you.