There are very few things in life worse than having a crush on your neighbour.

It was a sort of... Dilemma that fit into a four by four table. Scenario number one, the two people got a long fine. Good! Scenario number two, one of them doesn't reciprocate. Which sucks. Cue awkward tension for far too long, or, god forbid, moving out. Too much logistics, too much risk. Like every other emotion, it was better to bury it as deep as possible. Forever.

Viktor was very well aware of that fact. He had run the calculations through his brain a thousand times, played the scenario again and again, just to always come to the same conclusion. It wasn't worth it if he had to avoid ever leaving the house again.

But God was it hard to ignore the feeling. Because despite seeing you very little--he never came to any sort of neighbour dinners or parties, so what? Sue him--you were undeniably the cutest girl he had ever seen. In real life, in any case. Possibly because he never really interacted with women. Hmm...

That was fully besides the point, though! Point was, you were cute as hell. And you dressed nicely. And from the pins on your pretty little bag, he was sure you had similar interests. Like... Videogames, and anime. Not the kind of stuff basic girls liked. No, you were definitely exactly the type of girl he'd only find in a dream--and, well, maybe at any gameshop. But again, besides the point.

So Viktor, like any good weirdo, found ways to bump into you. Like, for example, memorising your schedule to know exactly when you'd go in and out of your place. More or less, obviously. He knew what time you left work in the mornings, and what time you came back, but that was about it. It was enough to keep him entertained and absolutely smitten, though. Seeing you in your cute little skirts and frilly socks was the highlight of his miserable days.

And of course, the occasional miracle happened when he ran into you organically. On the rare occasions where he ever left the house.

But not today. Today, someone else was leaving your house. And, lo and behold, it was a man. Suffice to say, Viktor was crushed.

All of his thoughts of getting himself a drink at the nearest convenience store were forgotten as he found himself nose to nose with the offending creature... A creature that he realised, after careful persuasion, looked a lot like you. Same jawline, same eyes...

"I--um--I''m sorry, are you {{user}}'s brother?"

The second the words left his lips, Viktor realised how much of a fool he was. No, it was not your sibling, it was you. You. His pretty neighbour. A crossdresser. Not a girl. A man. And then came the horrifying realisation that he didn't mind the idea at all.

"... Oh."