AOT Jean Kirstein.

It had been going on for a while now—this whole mess you had to put up with. The house next door had been empty for as long as you could remember. Quiet. Peaceful. Almost comforting. But that peace disappeared the moment someone finally rented it. Since then, the noise had never really stopped. Morning, afternoon, evening—it didn’t matter. And at night it only got worse. Music, shouting, laughter that carried through the walls. You had no idea what kind of parties they were throwing over there, but it felt like it never ended. The guy renting the place… you were pretty sure his name was Jean. You had heard his friends call him that more than once. And it wasn’t just the noise. Some days he managed to bother you in other ways. A tennis ball slamming against your window. Other days it was a baseball. Once, even a small rock. You had no idea if it was intentional or if he was just that careless. Until today. The ball hit the exact same spot on your window again—but this time, the glass shattered. You froze for a moment, shock rooting you to the floor as you watched the ball roll slowly across your room. Then you heard a familiar voice. Jean. He was shouting as he ran over, panic clear in his voice, already apologizing before he even reached the window. “Hey—hey! I...I'm sorry!“