Episode 1: “My Roommate”

[Scene 1 – Opening Shot]

Soft morning sunlight filters through the window of a shared apartment. The living room is cluttered with textbooks, basketballs, and a pile of laundry. In the bedroom, Fang San Zhu, a tall and athletic guy with messy black hair, is sprawled on his bed, snoring loudly. Zion Brew Beri, a lean, sharp-eyed young man with glasses, sits at a desk nearby, fully dressed and reading a book. He glances over at Fang and sighs dramatically, shaking his head.

Zion (Narrating):

This is my life. Rooming with Fang San Zhu—the school’s basketball star, local heartthrob, and the human embodiment of chaos. You’d think he’d have it all figured out, but trust me, he’s a disaster.

Fang groans, turning over in his sleep and hugging his pillow tighter. Zion rolls his eyes, but there’s a faint smile on his face.

Zion (Narrating):

And then there’s me, Zion Brew Beri. Top of the class, captain of the Book Club, and, most importantly... a guy with a secret. A really inconvenient secret.

Zion’s gaze lingers on Fang for a moment, his expression softening. He quickly looks away, pretending to focus on his book as he adjusts his glasses.

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Zion (Narrating):

I have a crush with my Roommate.

[Scene 2 – Kitchen, Morning]

Fang finally drags himself out of bed and stumbles into the kitchen, yawning loudly. Zion is already at the counter, making coffee. Fang flops into a chair at the dining table, rubbing his eyes.

Fang (Yawning):

Morning, Zion. Coffee ready yet?

Zion (Teasing):

You’re lucky I’m a morning person, Fang. One of these days, I’m gonna let you suffer caffeine-less.

Fang grins lazily as Zion sets a mug in front of him. Zion watches him take a sip, his expression unreadable.

Fang:

Thanks, man. Don’t know what I’d do without you.

Zion hesitates for a moment, then laughs awkwardly, brushing off the comment.

Zion:

Yeah, well, you’d probably drown in laundry and instant noodles.

[Scene 3 – Living Room, Later That Morning]

The two are lounging on the couch, Fang scrolling through his phone while Zion organizes his books. There’s a brief silence before Fang suddenly sits up, looking unusually serious.

Fang:

Hey, Zion, can I ask you something?

Zion (Glancing at him, curious):

Sure, what’s up?

Fang fidgets, his usual confident demeanor faltering. Zion raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Zion: (talking to his mind)

Is this it?.. is he going to confess his love to me?? This is so.. unexpecte-

Fang:

So... there’s this girl I like.

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Zion freezes for a split second, his heart skipping a beat. He quickly hides his reaction, forcing a casual tone.

Zion (Feigning disinterest):

Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?

Fang rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish.

Fang:

Mayumi Peach. She’s in your class, right?

Zion’s stomach drops. He wasn’t expecting that answer. He forces a smile, though it feels strained.

Zion:

Mayumi? Yeah, I know her. She’s into art, anime, and... strawberry parfaits, I think?

Fang’s face lights up at the mention of Mayumi’s hobbies, his enthusiasm evident.

Fang:

Exactly! She’s so cool, but I don’t know how to talk to her. I mean, you’re good at this kind of stuff... Could you help me?

Zion feels like he’s been hit with a ton of bricks. His chest tightens, but he doesn’t let it show. He forces another smile, this one more genuine than he expects.

Zion (With a chuckle):

So... you want me to be your wingman?

Fang (Grinning):

Exactly! You’re the only one I trust with this, Zion. You’re the best.

Zion’s heart aches at the words, but he swallows the feeling down, nodding firmly.

Zion:

Alright, Fang. Operation Wingman begins.

Fang laughs, slapping Zion on the back, and the two share a moment of camaraderie. But as Fang leans back, Zion’s expression falters for a moment, a flicker of sadness crossing his face before he quickly masks it.

Zion (Narrating, in his head):

And just like that, I agreed to help the guy I like... get closer to someone else.

[End of Episode 1.]

Episode 2: “The Worst Wingman Job Ever”

[Scene 1 – Basketball Court, Afternoon]

The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the outdoor basketball court. Fang San Zhu is in the middle of practice, dribbling the ball with effortless skill. His hair sticks slightly to his forehead from the sweat, but he’s as composed as ever.

On the bleachers, Zion Beri sits with a book in hand, though he hasn’t turned the page for the past ten minutes. His eyes are locked on Fang.

Zion (Narrating):

Fang San Zhu. Athlete. Future MVP. Possibly the most oblivious person alive.

Zion watches as Fang makes a clean jump shot, the ball swishing through the net.

Zion (Narrating, begrudgingly):

I get it now. Why everyone’s into him. The guy’s practically a sports manga protagonist—thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, annoyingly good physique… and somehow, I’m supposed to help him land a date.

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[Scene 2 – Fang’s Popularity]

A group of girls sitting nearby giggle and whisper while watching Fang from the sidelines.

Girl 1 (Swooning):

Kyahh! He’s so good at everything! Basketball, swimming, and he’s in the relay team too!

Girl 2 (Blushing):

Did you see him at the last game? He’s basically our college MVP!

Zion (Narrating, eye twitching):

Of course, he’s popular too with some of the girls here in the campus. This is just unfair.

Zion shifts in his seat, pretending to focus on his book but stealing glances at Fang between sentences.

Fang catches Zion staring and grins from across the court. He spins the ball on his finger, showing off a little.

Fang (Shouting):

Yo, Zion! Watch this—this shot’s for you!

Fang dribbles, steps back, and makes a flawless three-pointer. The ball goes through the hoop with a satisfying swish.

Zion freezes, his face slowly turning red as his grip tightens on his book.

Zion (Internally):

Nope. No. He’s not doing this on purpose... right?... Why did he called me??

Zion buries his face in his book, but his flushed ears are fully visible.

[Scene 3 – After Practice]

Fang jogs over, wiping sweat from his face with a towel as he sits next to Zion on the bleachers. He stretches his arms, sighing contently.

Fang:

Man, I feel great today! Thanks for coming to watch. I really appreciate it.

Zion (Still flustered):

Yeah… sure. No problem.

Fang glances at him, tilting his head.

Fang:

You okay? You’re a little red.

Zion (Turning away):

It’s hot. Obviously.

Fang chuckles and lightly punches Zion’s arm.

Fang:

Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Anyway, think Mayumi likes basketball?

Zion’s blush fades as reality sinks in. His shoulders slump.

Zion (Internally):

Right. Mayumi. I forgot I’m supposed to help him with "that."

Zion sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair.

Zion (Narrating):

This whole wingman thing is going to be the end of me. I swear I will.

[End of Episode 2.]

Episode 3: “The Practice Confession"

[Scene 1 – Dorm Room, Morning]

The dorm room is a battlefield of dirty clothes, sports gear, and half-finished textbooks. Zion stands in the center, broom in hand, staring at the chaos like it personally offended him. Fang is lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world.

Zion (Sighing, hands on hips):

Alright, Fang. We’re doing this. "Operation Clean-Up" starts now.

Fang groans dramatically, covering his face with a pillow.

Fang:

Do we have to? The mess isn’t that bad…

Zion (Glancing at a pile of socks in the corner):

I think something in that corner moved. Yes, we have to.

Fang peeks from behind the pillow, unimpressed.

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Zion starts sweeping, picking up stray papers and tossing clothes into the laundry basket. Fang slowly sits up, stretching lazily.

Fang (Yawning):

Alright, alright… I’ll help. But only if you answer something for me.

Zion (Not looking up):

Help first. Questions later.

Fang finally rolls off the bed, picking up a random shirt and folding it in the laziest way possible.

Fang (Casually):

How do you talk to a girl without sounding like an idiot?

Zion’s broom pauses mid-sweep. He looks up at Fang with narrowed eyes.

Zion:

Seriously?

Fang (Nodding, genuinely curious):

Yeah. I mean, you’re smooth. People actually like you.

Zion (Scoffing):

Barely.

Fang:

C’mon. You gotta teach me. I don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of Mayumi.

Zion sets the broom aside, crossing his arms.

Zion:

Fine. But you *will* clean while I explain.

Fang salutes dramatically.

Fang:

Yes, sir!

[Scene 3 – The Lesson]

As Fang folds (badly), Zion sits at the desk, scribbling “steps to not embarrass yourself” in his notebook.

Zion (Lecturing):

First, confidence. Don’t trip over your words. Compliment her—but don’t overdo it. And please, don’t stare at her like a weirdo.

Fang (Furrowing his brows):

I don’t stare like a weirdo.

Zion:

You totally do.

Fang groans, falling back onto the bed dramatically.

Fang:

This is harder than basketball.

Fang suddenly props himself up, grinning mischievously.

Fang:

Alright, let’s test it.

Zion (Blinking):

What?

Fang (Grinning wider):

Just pretend, dude. I need practice!

Zion hesitates, clearly regretting agreeing to this. But he sighs and leans back, arms crossed.

Zion:

Fine. Go ahead.

Fang stands up, rolling his shoulders and dramatically smoothing his hair.

Fang: (In a confident tone, copying Zion’s earlier advice

Hey, You look beautiful today. You always brighten up my day… and I like that about you.

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The room falls silent.

Zion blinks, completely caught off guard by how smooth Fang sounded. His heart skips a beat before his brain processes what just happened. A faint blush creeps up his face.

Zion (Stammering):

Wha—Dude, you’re supposed to say that to her, not, me.

Fang (Laughing, clueless):

Did it sound good though? Be honest.

Zion (Trying to recover):

I—Yeah. It sounded fine. Whatever.

Fang smirks, leaning closer.

Fang:

You blushed. I saw that.

Zion (Turning away, flustered):

It’s "hot" in here, okay? Shut up and keep folding.

[Scene 4]

The room is finally clean. Zion slouches on the couch, trying to forget the weird feeling that lingers.

Fang (Grinning, leaning against the wall):

Maybe I should use that line tomorrow!.

Zion (Groaning):

Yeah, sure. Just… don’t tell me about it.

Fang (Teasing):

You jealous or something?

Zion narrows his eyes, throwing a pillow at Fang.

Zion (Scowling):

Don’t push your luck.

Fang (Laughing):

Admit it. I’m getting good at this.

Zion crosses his arms, face still slightly red as he grumbles to himself.

Zion (Narrating):

I should’ve known. Helping Fang with this was a mistake.

[End of Episode 3.]