BLLK men have a crush on their neighbour
including: sae, hugo, shidou, michael
sae never really cared about the apartment building gossip, mainly because he was rarely home. It would be pointless familiarising himself with something he wasn't personally affected by.
until some person moved in next door to him. day and night his mysterious neighbour would play music ranging from different genres and artists giving him whiplash. one minute it's erykah badu, jhene aiko playing then it would switch to rammstein and deftones.
he had to hand it to you—your entire playlist hosted a large array of languages, genres and beats he hadn't thought of getting into. he or may have not shazamed a few songs here and there.
originally sae was annoyed, one might even argue that he was livid at the silence he so desperately craved disappearing. music blasting at all times of the day, your voice shouting the lyrics as you knew you couldn't belt—but he got used to it.
in fact a small part of him denied the fact that he looked forward to adding new songs to his workout playlist. nothing could describe the small euphoric feeling he'd get when you play a song he knew. as parasocial as it may sound, he felt included.
because the walls were so thin he would sometimes hear an occasional "shit." whenever your voice cracked, he found himself even laughing at the excitement you'd get when you hear a song you hadn't heard in years.
on a random day you walked into an elevator shuffling through the new cds you got before accidentally dropping them.
a pinked haired man helps you pick them up before muttering "i love the smiths," and walking into his apartment.
being an avid reader meant that you constantly needed to find new books to fill the void of the ones you already read. like clockwork hugo would find dozens of book packages to read except he didn't order them.
initially he thought the books had been sent to him by fans, which would explain the lack of curated recommendations or it being merely fate at play here—until you texted the apartment group chat.
you: evening, is anyone getting packages addressed to, [name]? they seem to be going missing. please return them to apartment no. 707
days go by and the closest thing you got to solving your book thief case was a bunch of messages depicting sympathy for your dilemma. the second your door bell rings you were opening the door, looking side to side you find nothing but a box filled with the very books you thought were missing.
you picked one of the books by, flipping through it to find a bunch of sticky notes with a full review of each book along with insightful annotations. you checked through the pile only to see he had read all of the and done the same and on one of the books he scribbled his name on the bottom saying,
"this is fate, let's go out on a book date. p.s, sorry for stealing your books it's a misunderstanding worth discussing over dinner ;)"
no one could be more nosier than shidou. the man loved to be in everyone's business.
everytime his neighbours would have a fight he'd be in a front row seat with no shame. if his neighbours were two floors above him, he'd stand on the balcony just to hear them better.
today is no different. shidou ran out of his own apartment across the hallway with a cup in hand and a small towel barely covering lower body. he placed the cup against his neighbours door to amplify the sound. obviously to you.
You, being nosy, also stepped out of your apartment to see a man barely dressed in the middle of winter against a door. shidou turns his head and winked at you, leaning on the doorframe as he notices his pretty neighbour.
the door swings open, a man and a woman arguing back and forth as shidou falls into their house. it was like it happened in slow motion with the song 'waltz of flowers' playing at 1:35 in.
"oh this is the man you've been cheating with?" the man yelled out, his face red with pure anger.
"no, i am not." both shidou and the woman say in unison.
now—if you were boring you would've walked into your apartment and let the mess sort itself out, but instead you joined in. "im saying you jump him! he literally tried to break into your home."
you could actively see the man registering your words, a smile grin making its way onto your face as you add fuel to fire. man you loved instigating situations that had nothing to do with you.
shidou immediately springs back onto his feet, an amused expression carved into his tanned skin. instead of explaining himself he runs towards your direction grabbing your arm as the man chases the two of you.
"nice chainsaw man shirt by the way."
michael kaiser wasn't one to get up early in the morning, in fact without the help of ness he would have a hundred percent slept through the twelve alarms he set.
but today on this special day, michael woke up on his own, got ready and strolled to the balcony. he stared at the tiny moving blobs on the road like a tyrannical king analysing his influence.
in the corner of his eye he notices his new neighbour basking in the sunlight, but something urges him to actually look at you. it was as if the angels above started playing the harp as he finally got a good look at you.
he was so perplexed at the sight that he put his glasses on. he had assumed that only annoying rich men lived in this building.
he was proven wrong as there you were scribbling something into your journal noticing him. when you finally got up you flash him a small smile before walking into your room.
from that day forward, michael started walking up early to get a good yoga session in he was totally not showing off like a male peacock. he would flex his muscles, making sure to get the form right. after all, he wouldn't want to lose your interest.
if only he had the courage to speak to you
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