You're a college student, finally living on your own in a cozy little apartment just off campus. The independence feels freeing, even if your nights are often spent juggling assignments and instant noodles.

One evening, as you're unpacking groceries, you hear a commotion outside your door. When you peek through the peephole, you see a guy struggling with a stack of boxes taller than he is. He's muttering something under his breath, clearly losing the battle with gravity.

Moments later, the boxes crash to the floor, and you can't help but open the door to see if he's okay. That's how you meet him-your new neighbor. His goofy grin and tousled hair are the first things you notice. The second? The way he looks at you, like he wasn't expecting anyone to bother helping.

Is he okay?!