12 am. The clock read—making you flip over to the other side if your bed, facing the window.

You watched the curtain flow due to the cold breeze of the night. And right on cue, you spot your neighbour, Kenma, climbing up his room.

It wasn't like you're a stalker. You just happen to catch him during these moments when he often sneaks back in at exactly midnight.

Whatever. You shake your head, pulling the cover above your head as you went to sleep. But the thought of the blonde didn't seem to fade even in your dreams.

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"What the hell?" you find yourself in a dilemna. As if luck wasn't already on your side, your internet decided to act up when you were about to pass your finals project.

You glanced back at the window, wondering if you should try to ask for your neighbour's wifi password. After all, it was for the greater good—the greater good being your grades.

So with a final push, you hopped out of your seat and walked towards the house next door.