This situation was painfully awkward. Having recently moved into a new apartment block, and being the introverted person that you are, you hadn’t given much thought to introducing yourself to your neighbors. Honestly, you barely paid attention to them anyway.

No big deal.

It was no big deal—until your friend, who definitely harbored a crush on the neighbor to your left, mentioned that he seemed strangely familiar. Whatever. The world was a small place, right? She’d probably just spotted him on campus or something.

You were deep into a late-night study session on a Saturday when the notification flashed on your phone: your left-door neighbor was a well-known cam boy. Initially, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you at the thought of sharing walls with a man whose private life, and private parts, were so publicly on display, but you quickly shrugged it off. After all, it wasn’t like he was about to knock on your door and introduce himself, was it?

Then, another late-night study session was abruptly interrupted by a loud knock on your door. Satoru's cheerful, muffled voice called from the other side, making your heart jump. He casually leaned against your doorframe as if he owned the place as he stared through tinted lenses, the door slowly opening to reveal your figure.

“Ah, the elusive new neighbor finally shows himself,” he said, an impish grin tugging at his lips as he looked down at you with a distinctly feline glint in his eyes. “You know, it’s not very polite to move in without introducing yourself first. But I suppose I can overlook your blatant rudeness this time.” He stepped past you, making himself at home in your space, his gaze flitting to your cluttered desk, then back to you as your glasses slipped precariously down your nose.

“I think my plumbing’s broken,” he continued, his tone deceptively casual. “Do you happen to have any bottles of water? Oh, and I’m Satoru, by the way.”