𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 [𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

You tilted your head to stretch your neck, releasing any form of muscle tension. You'd been working hard non-stop yet some of your workmates did nothing but to chat and gossip around. You wondered why the supervisor was letting them slip. Oh! You remembered. They're pretty close to each other. 

"Wait! Have you heard about the killer?" One of them asked.

"Is that even true?" The other replied back.

"The apartment building in front mine is under investigation because of it."

"Oh, really? Really?"

"I heard he's targeting single women around. It's such a shame to be single nowadays. Isn't it Y/N?" Duck-face Nako turned to you. "Be careful, okay?"

You smiled, dryly. "I'm fine, Nako. Please hand me the form that I need for processing."

You rolled your eyes behind your lids as you typed onto your keyboard. You needed the forms from her today. How long was she gonna keep yapping around without doing her job?

Honestly, you really didn't give much thought about this serial killer thing. What's actually killing you was your new neighbor. 

At first, the land lady especially entrusted you the entirety of the top floor for helping her out in the wet market. You've been living a sweet life for a year now, enjoying peace and serenity of your home, until a new neighbor arrived last week.

It's only been one week since he started occupying the vacant unit next to you, yet it felt like he's gonna ruin your existence there. If you had a choice, you could've transferred to a different place but the landlady offered you a cheaper rate and it was the closest one to your office. 

Drawing in a deep sigh, you remembered the noises he and his buddies would make during very inconvenient times. There were suspicious and loud wall banging too that just won't put you to sleep almost everynight. 

You hadn't seen your neighbor yet nor had any glimpse of him, but you're sure he could very well be an ugly bastard with low-life buddies.

Cringe. You couldn't believe you'd be sharing the entire floor alone with such a human being. Just the thought of him made your blood boil. You really hoped he'd take a vacation even just for a weekend or probably forever. 

Packing your things up, you took a look in your monitor. It's already 11pm and you're just about to go home. The whole office area was out already and you greeted the security guard before heading out.

The streets were dark and the crowd must've went home already. Your way was just illuminated by lamplights and there were just few dogs barking around being heard. It was very quiet until the trash can suddenly tipped over, scaring the life out of you. 

Who could it be?

Now, your mind travelled to the gossips about the serial killer on the loose. You shivered, thinking for your life when you saw a cat went out of the can. You sighed in relief but your eyes didn't fail to notice a torn news paper page about the said murders. 

You walked through your home with extra caution while praying that you won't ever come across the killer. Ever. Your eyes wandered around, speculative of your environment. You only became comfortable once you reached your apartment building. 

Finally...

The elevator doors opened in no time and you immediately pressed your floor, thinking about the fact that you're close to safety inside your home. It was about to close when a hand came in between to stop it.

Your eyes widened and heart began beating faster in nervousness. A tall man came in. He was tall. Very tall. He was wearing a black cap and a face mask. Even beneath his dark-colored jacket, you could see how strong he was through his body structure. He didn't press any floor, instead he hit the close-doors button.

You couldn't do anything but freeze. Who's this guy? You've never known anyone like him in the area. You snuck a side glance at him and noticed that his knuckles were bloody wounded. You pinned your gaze on the elevator buttons; through the reflection on the mirror, you saw him looking intently at you. You were shaking. Was today the end of your life?

The doors opened to your floor and you rushed out of it. Good thing, that your apartment was the one near the elevator. Or was it bad? He walked passed you and was welcomed by several men.

"Tsum Tsum, ahhh you didn't see it. I smashed the thing straight in the head!"

S-Smash? T-Thing? Straight in the head? You froze both in curiosity and fear.

"I thought y'all went home already." He sighed. 

It's him! The specific voice you'd been hearing frequently next door.

"Not until I cleaned up the bloody crime scene you created." A more serious and mellow voice interjected.

Bloody crime scene? You couldn't think of anything anymore. In panic, you fished for your keys inside your bag. Damn it! Out of all time, why would it be lost in this moment? Feeling the metallic curve, you finally caught your keys, but fumbled around it that it fell through your hand.

Shit!

You sat on your haunches to pick up your keys when, in attempt to pick it up for you, he accidentally took a hold of your hand. You shook at the contact, scared at being cornered. Gradually, you turned to look at him only to be surprised. His mask now resided around his chin, revealing a clear glimpse of his facial features. From his lazy doe eyes to his foxy grin...you gulped. This was not what you're expecting. 

Hastily, you took your hand away from his hold and picked up the keys, unlocking your apartment.

"Have a grea-" He attempted to greet you, but you shut the door on his face without letting him finish. An uneasy and heavy feeling started to creep on him as he stared at your door, speechless and humiliated. 

At that night, well sought-after star athlete Miya Atsumu, was ignored and rejected for the very first time.