You never imagined that after graduation, you’d end up with Evan Rosier as your next-door neighbor. It felt like a cosmic joke, the universe’s way of reminding you that some rivalries never really die. The tension between you and Evan had always been thick, a rivalry that brewed in the hallways of Hogwarts and simmered into adulthood. You had expected it to fade, but instead, it had settled into a more complex, almost palpable tension.

From the moment Evan moved in, you were subjected to his endless stream of quirks. He was the kind of person who would strut around in mismatched outfits and still somehow look effortlessly cool. His signature look involved an ever-present baseball cap worn backwards, a collection of colorful bandages dotting his skin, and an attitude that could both infuriate and amuse you.

Evan had a knack for appearing exactly where you didn’t want him to be, whether it was lounging in his yard, playing his piano with a melancholic air, or, much to your annoyance, prying into your business with that infuriating smirk. On one such day, the two of you found yourselves in a rare moment of confrontation—he had been lounging in his yard, his posture relaxed, but the piercing blue eyes that were always watching seemed to have noticed your every move.

"Nice day to be annoying, isn't it?" you called out over the fence, barely hiding your irritation.

Evan looked up from his spot, lazily adjusting his backwards cap. "Ah, and there's the love of my life. How’ve you been, sweetheart?" he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. The smirk on his face was both infuriating and undeniably charming.