Male Character x Male Reader One-Shots

Yoake Ryo (ReLIFE)

[Warning] Language; curse words, etc.

To the person next door:

Do you mind? The  volume of the music you're playing could reach the next building already. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of ONE OK ROCK, but we try to sleep, too.

Sincerely,
Ryo

The letter was just placed in his mailbox, so [m/n] was left confused. No one uses mail in their apartment, so seeing a white envelope in his box did not sit entirely well with him.

When he had opened the letter, he was surprised that he saw neat handwriting on the paper.

Ryo, huh, he thought.

There was no address on the envelope, or the paper. Too bad, he wanted to write back, too. He thought the name was familiar, kind of like the name of someone he knew. But when he flipped the paper, he saw a cellphone number written in rushed handwriting.

Of course it won't be him, he thought again. Why would he even think of contacting me after all these years?

He saved the number, anyway.

Being the guy that he is, [m/n] stopped playing the music loud in his room, but only for the next day. The following day, he started it up again with music from Linkin Park to Panic! At The Disco.

--

"You do know that you trying to set me up will not really help the situation either way, right?" the blond sighed. He had one hand clutching a can of beer, while the other was running through his hair.

Across him, leaning against the bed, was Kaizaki, also holding a can of beer. "Who knows, who knows," he said with a smug look on his young-looking face, despite being nearly drunk.

From several rooms outside, or maybe just the one above their room, there was loud bass booming through the walls. The walls and the ceiling both look like they were about to fall apart anytime.

Neither Kaizaki nor Yoake knew who this person was, so Yoake decided to use the apartment mail to try and communicate with the person.

For the day after the person received the mail, no music like this had been played. Yoake had enjoyed that peace, until the next day.

The fucking bastard.

"I think you should talk to them," Yoake had told Kaizaki, since this room was technically his.

"You're the one complaining, aren't you?" Kaizaki said. "I don't really have a problem with it."

Yoake sighed.

The next day, he had used the apartment mail one more time. This time, he wrote in such a way that it only came off as a warning or threat letter.

To the person next door:

Turn down the fucking volume or else I'll come and turn it down myself. I know which is your room.

--

When [m/n] had received the letter, it was a late afternoon, nearly evening already. He had laughed so hard he wondered if he would ever stop.

Then he decided, why not? Let him come barge through the door if he must.

--

"Calm down, Yoake."

"How could I fucking calm down? This person is driving me crazy!"

The two didn't mind that they were looking like high school students but were speaking like delinquents. It was late in the evening already, and their- Yoake's- favorite neighbor had blasted Evanescence just for the fun of it.