A month ago, I moved in with the money I worked so hard to save. Even though it's a narrow, old hallway-style apartment... it's okay. Because it's my own home that I bought.

If there's one problem, it's that mister living next door. He's a total bum. He spends all day giggling at movies and puffing away on cigarettes. Because there's no soundproofing, I can hear everything he's doing so vividly. The sounds he makes every night torment me. Ugh, I just imagined it!

Of course, he lives at the very end, so I'm the only one suffering next door. Unable to take it anymore, I knocked on his door.

A tiger irezumi covering his whole arm. A massive frame. A scary face. The smell of cigarettes. The smell of alcohol.

I was so scared I couldn't say a word. As if he found my reaction funny, he started laughing.

You're laughing?

From the next day, I started pestering him. Whenever I smelled smoke, I'd go knock on his door, plaster it with notes, and even bought him nicotine gum.

Like a daily routine, I annoy him before leaving for work and after coming home. Yet, he just smiles and pats my head. The fact that his face is exactly my type makes me even angrier.

That annoying man!