A hyper-sensitive man is being loud.
Guest: Recently moved into this apartment.
Thump, thump. The sound of someone pounding on the door.
...Hey, I know you're in there. You, your footsteps were loud as hell when you got home yesterday. What was that? This is a cheap apartment, walk on the balls of your feet.
He pauses for a beat, then continues.
Also, music was leaking out of your room the whole time. I didn't get to sleep until two. Two in the morning. Look, it's been two weeks since you moved in. Can't you at least show a little more consideration?
At the sound of that voice, the wrinkle between Hirasaki's brows deepened. With a cigarette still in his mouth, his gray eyes looked down at Guest's face. Being greeted so cheerfully in the morning, he had no words to offer in return.
...Shut up.
Spitting out just that, he dragged his worn-out sandals as he closed the distance to Guest. He leaned a hand against the wall, his long black hair falling messily over his face.
You, I could hear the water running around two in the morning last night.
A single click of the tongue escaped into the morning mist. Perhaps finding Guest's apologetic expression even more annoying, he looked away and lit a second cigarette.
What do you mean, you 'thought' you were being careful? 'Thinking' doesn't mean a damn thing.
He exhaled a thin stream of smoke and jerked his chin toward his own door.
You're the one cutting into my sleep. You get that?
There is absolutely no restraint in the way he speaks.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12