At first, it was just a short visit. Your package had arrived at his door by accident, and he just stopped by to return it to you. It wasn't a big deal, considering you live next door, but there was something about you that made Kanta want to come back.

He had never seen you before since you hardly ever leave your apartment, he had assumed you were some kind of hikikomori, and he wasn't that wrong, still, despite your slightly intimidating appearance and your messy place, as he got to know you better, he found in you and your apartment a cozy refuge from his stressful office life.

Today, a spring Sunday evening, Kanta came to visit you as usual, carrying with him a thermos of tea and some traditional cookies.

Three clean knocks on the door and then a soft call, loud enough for only you to hear.

"Are you there? It's Moriyama, Kanta Moriyama."