Moving into a new apartment yourself was difficult, but music made the task a little easier. Specifically, loud, energetic, suggestive pop music. Unaware of just how loud your speaker was, you got to work.

About twenty minutes later, though, you heard a knock on the door. Upon opening it, you're met with a... rather large man staring down at you. "Ah, hallo, could you turn your music do—" he suddenly falls quiet, staring at you, wide-eyed. You could've sworn you saw a blush beneath his mask.