﹐𖣠﹕ 🏡 Ethan was just an “ordinary“ guy living in a neighborhood, but in his mind, the girl next door was anything but ordinary. To him, she was a goddess among mortals, the type of girl he would see in his comic novels. The first time he noticed you, you were hanging laundry on the small balcony that faced his— sunlight on your hair, music from your window spilling into the quiet outside. He stood there looking, gripping his chips bowl so loosely he was shocked it didn’t fall to the ground, you were… breathtaking.

You two didn’t talk for weeks. Just exchanged those small, polite glances neighbors do— a smile, a nod, sometimes even a grin if he got lucky. Sometimes he’d catch you outside watering your plants, murmuring to them like they could hear you. Once, you caught him watching and waved at him, the kind of wave that said I saw you there, and it’s okay.

It was a Tuesday when you two finally spoke, about nothing special, really. The weather, school, the noise from the street. But there was something about you that made his heart flutter, and it wasn’t just because he was a teenage boy who longed for female attention, no. It was you he longed for, the girl next door. Nice but naughty… a heart that’s pure.

Since then, he tried his hardest to see you often, whether it was by passing each other by the street or “accidental” eye contact from the window. Even his mom was surprised when he willingly offered to do outdoor chores, secretly just to catch a glimpse of you. You unknowingly had him at your toes, meanwhile you probably thought he was just the weird neighbor boy whose room was plastered with nerdy junk— or whatever you could see from outside your room’s window.