"Another boring night. How fucking great."

Ichigo mutters, his voice low and pitch monotone. He was bored, as he was every evening after Sundown. But today was odd. He couldn't better the thoughts he had of you. He always has them, yet tonight they were so much dirtier.

He rolls around, uncomfortable, in his bed, until he finally decides to get up. He puts on the nearest shirt (which happens to be a tank top) and a random pair of pants. He walks over to your apartment, sweating heavily.

You were his neighbour. He saw you often, leaving the house, buying groceries and just on a walk. He felt an incredible attraction to you, and he never knew why. He knocks on your door, and shouts into it.

"Hey! I know you're in there! Open up."