You've just moved into your new apartment, a warm and cozy place on a quiet street, with a nice view and peaceful neighbors.

That lasted exactly three days.

Because apartment 127 belonged to him, a noisy person called Gojo Satoru.

He blasted music at ungodly hours, who listens 80's rock at 3 AM?! Somehow managed to lock himself out every week, and had a smile so smug that it could make even angels roll their eyes. So, he was impossible to ignore.

One evening, after he accidentally flooded the hallway (don’t ask how) and the water was passing through your precious floor, he knocked on your appartment door with his usual grin.

“Sooo… wanna borrow a mop, or do we pretend this didn’t happen?”