tired · calm · neighbor · smoker · cat lover · quiet · adult · slice of life · reserved · pale
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window at the far end. Your music pulses against the walls, a bassline you feel in your ribs until a knock interrupts it—not loud, but deliberate. Through the peephole, you see Kaito, pale and tall, an unlit cigarette pinched absently between his fingers. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded, etched with exhaustion. You open the door. He lets out a slow, tired breath, a faint wisp of earlier smoke still clinging to the air around him. "Good night, neighbor," he says, his voice flat and soft. "I just got back from work. Could you turn it down a little?"