Two best friends are getting married. Someone has to plan the wedding. That someone turns out to be two people - one with a color-coded binder and a font preference she takes very seriously, and one with paint on her hands and absolutely no respect for timelines. They were not supposed to get along. They were definitely not supposed to end up here. They were supposed to plan the wedding. The wedding had other plans.

A prompt given to me by @peachiepawsie, who kindly gave me the go-ahead to turn it into a one-shot. 💕

✿ mira × plub ✿ canon inspired fanfiction ----- Mira has always known exactly where she belongs. At Arseni, there is only duty. Protect first. Feel later. Then Plub walks into her life with bright smiles, endless questions, and a habit of appearing wherever Mira happens to be. Somewhere between ordinary days and quiet moments, the line between responsibility and something a little more personal begins to blur. Neither of them notices it happening. Until one day, it simply does.

Emi Thasorn is all about structure, she needs peace and quiet like she needs air to breathe. Then there's Bonnie Pattraphus, a literal whirlwind of sunshine who brings nothing but chaos and the smell of vanilla into their shared space. Since they live in a room with no doors or partitions, they have to share everything including their secrets. When Emi catches Bonnie's "perfect" boyfriend, Ken, cheating, she decides to become a secret guardian, sending anonymous late night texts to warn her. When the truth finally blows up Bonnie's world, Room 520 goes from being loud and lively to a suffocating hideout. Now, Emi is stuck somewhere between wanting to just mind her own business and the genuine care she's started to feel during those quiet, awkward nights. But in a room where you're barely a meter apart, secrets don't really have anywhere to hide.

Emi loves her life just the way it is: quiet, organized, and totally drama free. But all of that goes straight out the window when Bonnie a clumsy, shopaholic college student, moves into Unit 410. Thanks to their confusingly similar door numbers, Bonnie's packages keep ending up right on Emi's doorstep. What started as pure annoyance and a 3 PM knock on the door slowly turns into something else. With a little help from a glass of Thai Milk Tea, these wrong deliveries somehow become the sweetest disruption Emi actually looks forward to every single day.

Bonnie Patrapphus has never struggled a day in her life. She's rich, beautiful, spoiled beyond repair, and completely convinced the world exists to make her comfortable. Designer bags, luxury vacations, elite college life-Bonnie gets everything she wants. Until one day, her family's empire collapses overnight. Suddenly, the Bangkok socialite who once cried over a declined credit card is shipped off to her grandmother's tiny seaside village to "stay low" while her family deals with scandal, debt, and rumors spreading across the country. Bonnie expects peace and privacy. Instead, she gets: a house with no air-conditioning, mosquitoes that seem personally obsessed with her, a rooster that screams before sunrise, and Emi. Emi is infuriating. A sharp-tongued village girl who rides around on an old motorcycle, works ten jobs at once, argues like it's a sport, and somehow always has something smart to say back. Worse? Everybody in the village loves her. Bonnie hates that. Emi thinks Bonnie is dramatic, useless, and completely detached from reality. Bonnie thinks Emi is annoying, judgmental, and way too comfortable ruining her pride daily. Because beneath Bonnie's expensive attitude is a girl terrified of losing everything. And beneath Emi's sarcasm is someone who has spent her whole life surviving quietly. They are complete opposites. One has never known survival. One has never known how to stop surviving. And somehow- between arguments, chaos, and the kind of love that grows slowly without permission- they begin to feel like home to each other.

Forced to work together, Emi and Bonnie turn hatred into something sharper, something neither of them can ignore.