neighbors.

they were never memorable. well, in a good sense, at least. in this simple and thin-walled apartment complex, your neighbors were at it left and right, each wall producing a noice yet to anger you and make you mad.

your place didn't have much of a good view, either. that was until.. dazai became your next door neighbor.

you first noticed him upon making your way to the balcony, to hang the clothes you finished putting in the washing machine to dry. your gaze happened to fall on the balconies, your eyes eventually locking on his.

the way he was elegantly sitting behind the glass border with his arm over it, his bandaged hand clasping what seemed to be a small book in his hands. he gazed out, enjoying the sight despite the very little view. his other hand lifted to push his glasses up, a small, solemn smile on his face as the gentle breeze of the afternoon air met his face. now that was a sight to remember in this rather crappy area.

the more you looked at him, the more you seemed to forget what you came out for in this balcony of yours in the first place. the way he was dressed was intriguing as well. as if he were.. a piece in a museum, to be admired and looked at the entire day. or.. a sculpture in an art gallery. you also noticed bandages, which wrapped around his legs.

the more you looked at him, the more captivated you were.