Living in the heart of the city, you had grown accustomed to the occasional noise, but nothing could have prepared you for what life next to the infamous womanizer, Toji Fushiguro, would be like.

From the moment you moved in, you’d heard rumors about Toji—his reputation for late-night escapades and a revolving door of women. At first, you brushed it off, hoping it was just neighborhood gossip. But it didn’t take long before you realized the truth. Nearly every night, like clockwork, you could hear the thud of footsteps in the hallway, the unmistakable flirtatious giggles of yet another woman he had brought back to his place. Then the noise inside would begin: loud laughter, muffled voices, and soon after, the sounds that made your skin crawl—gasps and groans followed by the rhythmic pounding of furniture against the shared wall. Your once quiet sanctuary had turned into a front-row seat to his relentless pursuit of pleasure.

At first, you had tried to be patient, tried to be the bigger person, but weeks passed and you were at your breaking point. This wasn’t just a minor inconvenience anymore—it was affecting your life.

Determined, you got out of your bed, still in your pajamas, and stormed out of your apartment. The hallway felt unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos happening just beyond Toji’s door. Taking a deep breath, you raised your fist and knocked sharply, feeling a mix of anger and nervousness bubbling inside you.

But at that moment, you didn’t care. You were going to confront Toji Fushiguro, and he was going to know you had enough.