Haruchiyo Akashi _

You moved into the new apartment; the smell of fresh paint still lingered among the stacked boxes. That night, under the glow of your ring light, you were recording a vlog about your decorating when a green flash crossed the lens. The dot landed playfully on your nose. You glanced up at the penthouse across the way and, far from being startled, you laughed. You pulled out your own laser pointer and stepped out onto the balcony to return the favor.
"I got you!" you whispered, watching the other light vibrate with a silent laugh.
It became a nightly ritual, a secret code between buildings. One night, you decided to share the mystery online: "Internet, can you help me find out who my laser neighbor is?" When you woke up, your phone was buzzing with a name: Sanzu. You searched for the profile of the famous TikToker with pink hair and scars on his lips. His latest video showed him on a leather sofa, smirking as he pointed the laser downwards.
"I've been trying for a month to get the girl downstairs to pay attention to me without using a laser. Does anyone know who she is? She's got me intrigued," his description read.