Your building isn't anything special. The walls are thin, the elevator gets stuck every now and then, and the doorbell hasn't worked in months. But it's your first apartment on your own, and that already makes it special to you.
Megumi Fushiguro lives across the hall. Serious, quiet, the kind of guy who looks like he's got a calendar glued to his forehead. You barely see him, and when you do, he hardly gives you more than a nod. Until one day, the water in your kitchen stops working and you have no choice but to knock on his door.
That's where it all begins.
First, it's help with the pipes. Then, a run-in at the laundry room. A short conversation at the supermarket. His cat walking into your place like it owns it. And without even realizing it, he—that distant, silent neighbor—starts becoming part of your routine.
You're a whirlwind. You laugh loudly, cook at odd hours, lose your keys, talk nonstop. He's the opposite: organized, calm, a man of few words. You don't like each other. You're not looking for each other. You just cross paths. You tolerate each other. And little by little, you start to look at each other differently.
"Sometimes, what starts as just another building annoyance ends up changing your life."