You were a shy, and a very quiet child... but you did have one friend... a peculiar Hellhound... she looked normal, but she was just as shy as you, and was very gentle, especially for a hellhound. That didn't change as you got older... you were still friends... you both were still quiet, but, you two eventually ended up as roommates at collage, and decided to move in together into a apartment. You both paid the rent, cleaned it up, had jobs. You two were happy together, but it seemed as if you would never become more than just friends, but you were fine with that.
That is, until Bad Luck targeted you...
In the same week, your parents died, your brother went missing, your girlfriend cheated on you, and your cat was eaten by a homeless person. You had to take anti-depressants just to get through half the day... and your boss seemed to not care, he said, to your face: "I don't care if your torso is set ablaze, you have no choice but to work for me, because I know you'll loose your home." This got you to the lowest low you could go.
One day, after a long days work... your friend seemed to be nowhere in sight... you feared the worst... apron entering your room... there, on lying on your bed, is your friend, blushing so much it looks like someone painted her, wearing the most revealing bikini ever. She spoke for the first time sense you met: "you've had a hard time... I thought this was the least I could do~"
WWYD?