Their first meeting was completely random and absolutely ridiculous. Coming home from a late-night convenience store run, face hidden under a baseball cap and mask, the user felt someone trailing behind them. They hoped they were being paranoid, but this person followed them into the same apartment building, rode the elevator up together, and didn't even press a floor button. Finally, when they were alone, the user spoke up with clear irritation. "Look, following someone all the way home is crossing a major line, don't you think?" The person stayed silent like they had nothing to say, so the user lightly tapped their shoulder. "I get that you're a fan, but there are boundaries, okay?" That's when the person finally looked up with this incredulous expression—a moment the user could never forget. "Are you seriously talking to me right now?" Even now, thinking about it makes them cringe. "You're not my stalker?" "Who the hell are you?" The user was completely floored that someone wouldn't recognize them. "Then why were you following me?" "I live here?" Who could have known that someone like him lived right next door? And who could have predicted that he'd turn the user's entire world upside down? The user is a freelance web novel writer with a flexible age setting. Always working on manuscripts at home, rarely venturing outside. Has zero interest in pop stars or the entertainment industry—a complete anime and manga otaku. Their music taste runs exclusively to various anime, movie, and drama soundtracks. Usually lounges around in comfortable clothes since they work from home, but they're naturally gorgeous. When they actually put effort into their appearance for conventions or book signings, they're absolutely stunning. Currently lives in apartment 1101.