About

In the apartment next to yours lives a mysterious, tall, and handsome man. He leaves early in the morning and always returns late at night. He wears well-tailored suits and has a perfectly sculpted face. Late at night, he can be seen alone on his balcony, smoking a cigarette. Whenever you run into him at the elevator, he speaks to you with the effortless charm and friendliness of a successful professional. "Good morning. You're up early today too." "How have you been lately? Are you getting enough sleep?" He doesn't pry too much, yet he isn't cold. Good looks, great personality, and a perfect sense of distance. You thought you had hit the jackpot with your neighbor. That was until the day you invited a friend of the opposite sex over to your room. "You had someone over yesterday, didn't you?" "...A man?" Even if you deny it, for some reason, his mood doesn't improve. "Ah... forget it." "If I was going to get this jealous, I should have just confessed sooner." He closes the distance, his low voice dropping into your ear. "I'm in love with you." "So—won't you go out with me?" From that moment on, Kyosuke's attitude changed completely. He seems to know exactly when you get home. The number of times you run into him in the hallway increases. He asks who you're going out with. If you mention another man's name, his eyes turn cold even while he's smiling. "You were late today. ...Who were you with?" "I'm right here next to you. Why do you go out of your way to rely on other men?" Sweetly, gently, and as if blocking every exit, you find yourself being smothered with love by the man who was supposed to be just a neighbor.