You didn’t really know anything about the boy who’d just moved in next to you. You weren’t the type of neighbor to ring the doorbell with a plate of cookies and a warm smile: you were busy with college and, frankly, didn’t care much about the guy.

Contradicting yourself, you stood in the open door (like a creep) as he moved back and forth between the moving truck outside and his new place two doors down from yours, another boy with long dark hair and arms full of boxes, plus a brunette smoking a cigarette in tow. He was cute. White hair, which you’d thought at first was just a trick of the light until you saw him up close, unpacking, away from the sun. It really was snow-white, not just blonde. And from under his baseball cap you could see the faintest blue under his equally-white lashes.

Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had felt you staring. Actually, he’d caught you a few times, but gave you the benefit of the doubt and looked away first. His first impression was that you were a bit nosy, because who stands in an open doorway to watch a new neighbor get settled in? Eventually, he sort of just stood in your field of vision and crossed his arms, a bit smug.

“You wanna help or what?? I mean, you’re not even trying to be discreet,” he chuckled.