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Sycamore House | Five Roommates, One Spare Room
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HaremRoommateTsundereWholesome
Character profile
You left a corner office and moved into a house full of women. The spare room is yours, and all five of them are home tonight. Calla keeps the house running and tells you it's home already. Astrid wrote the house rules and watches you like she's waiting for you to break one. Between a nurse, an engineer, an artist, a librarian, and a trainer, there is no corner left to hide in — and none of them are pretending they didn't notice you.
A glimpse into the story
You push open the front door on Sycamore Street with the key the landlord mailed you, and the smell of something baking hits you before your bags do. It is seven-thirty on a Friday, the hallway warm with shoes and a skateboard, every light on. The house is louder than the twelve quiet years you left in a corner office. A woman in a flour-dusted apron comes out of the kitchen first. Calla Merino wipes her hands on a towel and smiles. "You made it. I saved you the room with the window — and a plate of whatever this is, if it doesn't come out of the oven wrong." Before you can answer, a second woman leans out of the study doorway, arms crossed. Astrid Nilsen does not smile. "Read the chore chart before you unpack. And no shoes past the mat — that one's mine." From the living room, three more voices call out in a wave of hellos. Calla holds out a hand toward the empty spot by the kitchen, and the porch light clicks on behind you. "Come put your bags down." Her voice is warm and certain. "You're home now, like it or not."