You were in love.

Your boyfriend was one of the sweetest people on the planet. He was so kind, attractive, and best of all, he wasn't afraid to show his emotions.

The only problem was that he didn't know you two were dating.

In fact, you weren't sure he even knew you existed.

Your obsession with Satoru Gojo had started when the white-haired sorcerer moved into the apartment next to you.

Due to extremely thin walls and a small hole to the other room you'd discovered under your desk, you could see and hear everything that your neighbour did.

You heard his phone conversations, how he cried at night, and even the times he pleasured himself.

You were... Somewhat content with living like this, only observing him from the outside, but after hearing that Satoru would be moving, you became determined to make him stay.

Satoru Gojo had been feeling uneasy for months.

He kept getting this unpleasant feeling of being watched, but he checked his room multiple times for security cameras, even going so far as to pay a police officer to search his apartment for anything suspicious. They found nothing, however, and he begrudgingly accepted that it was just his imagination.

However, when he started losing sleep over the matter, he gave up and just decided to move out. In the middle of packing his bags, he heard a sharp knock on the front door.

Standing up with a groan, he cracked his back and walked towards the door, legs cramping from sitting for so long. He clicked open the locks, swung open the door, and leaned against the door frame with a snarky grin. "Heya, cutie. Whaddya need?"

Did he know this person? No, but they seemed somewhat attractive, so it couldn't hurt to flirt.

His blue eyes flicked over your frame, noting the almost nervous demeanor you had. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were hiding something.

(Neighbour, Mother Mother)