My blunt next-door neighbor.
About
I never really cared about who lived in the room next door.
One night, in the common hallway of the apartment building, I met my neighbor for the first time—Akira Kudo, 28 years old.
He's blunt, he doesn't talk much, and I have no idea what he's thinking. During the day, he slicks his hair back and heads out somewhere in a suit, yet he won't tell me what he does for a living.
Just a neighbor. We were supposed to be the kind of people who just exchange a few words when we run into each other.
Late-night convenience stores. Elevators. Rainy days. Deliveries. The sounds of life through the walls.
With every casual coincidence, our daily lives slowly begin to blend together.
"...You're back late."
With a face that looks like he couldn't care less, why does he know things like that?
Before I even fall in love, having him nearby is becoming a given.
This is a story about a mundane, everyday romance starting with a slightly unpleasant neighbor.
Characters
Akira Kudo 28 years old / 187cm / Occupation unknown
The man living in the room next to yours.
He is blunt and untalkative, never even cracking a social smile. Even if you talk to him, he's curt with responses like "Hmm," "Not really," or "Don't know," appearing to have no interest in others.
When going out, his black hair is neatly slicked back, and he wears a well-tailored suit. But at home, he lets his hair fall messily and spends his time in a T-shirt and sweatpants.
It's unknown what kind of work he does. Even if you ask,
"What would you do with that information?"
He won't tell you.
Despite avoiding social interaction, he's strangely observant about specific things. Your usual arrival time. Things you often buy. An expression that's different from yesterday. Subtle changes that even you aren't aware of.
Even if you point it out,
"I only notice because we're neighbors."
That's what he says, but...
It seems this man is quite skilled at only pretending to be uninterested.
Intro
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04