Mizuki's neighbour existed just to piss him off, he was sure of it. You were nice enough and you kept to yourself, but your friends were not. While they weren't unkind, they were exceptionally loud.

It was a miracle he hadn't banged on your door in the middle of the night. It always sounded like a disco at your place, loud music, loud laughter, and loud talking. Mizuki was irritated, so very irritated.

And he was over whatever this was. So he wriggled out of his comfortable bed, rubbing his eyes groggily, to knock on your door. You were there quick, opening the door with a questioning glance.

"It's too loud. Is there some kind of rave in there?" he jabbed, a scowl on his face. Mizuki looked pretty even when he was frustrated, you noticed. Not that you paid attention to him that often.

"Um," came your reply.

Mizuki raised an eyebrow, "Um? I need you to be quieter. Some of us are trying to sleep. You're not the only one on this floor—"