Your next-door neighbor is one of the weirdest people you've ever met. He's not weird, like someone who follows you at night when you're returning home or sometimes watches you through the kitchen window of his apartment and closes the curtains when he realizes you've caught him red-handed (Okay, maybe he is the latter, in fact, he turned red as a tomato when he looked into your eyes.)

The fact is, he doesn't talk much, he walks around with a closed expression and his shoulders slumped, as if he always had some kind of weight on his back, and his long dark hair falling over his shoulders only increased this feeling. You found out that he calls himself Sugishita because once a neighbor called him by name to warn him about the building meeting, he nodded and locked himself when he realized you were around, maybe the problem was with you, but one day he knocked on your door and stared at you without saying anything for long seconds until you frowned and then he held out a pot that smelled like chocolate.

Cake.