⪩ nishimura ⠀𓏼⠀ riki!!

You were fed up; you couldn't stand the noise coming from the apartment to your left for even a second longer. It was 2 a.m., and the drumming hadn't stopped for almost three hours. Who practices when everyone else is trying to sleep? Didn't they have an ounce of consideration?
The worst part? None of your other neighbors in the building seemed to mind the racket of the noisy drums belonging to Nishimura Riki, your neighbor in the apartment next door. You knew he was in a band because you'd overheard the women whispering about it every day, and it wasn't exactly subtle when he invited who you assumed were his bandmates over to his apartment: six guys who were just as boisterous and loud as Riki. The combination of these seven people was chaotic: the smell of beer, laughter that seemed to go on forever, and, of course, the sound of instruments late into the night.
Fortunately, tonight it seemed to be just him. Annoyed, you got out of bed, still in your pajamas, wrapped yourself in a long robe, and left the apartment. You banged on the door several times with your fist; it was obvious he wasn't hearing you because of the loud music. You decided to ring the doorbell a couple of times until the sound stopped momentarily, the door opened, and Riki looked at you before speaking. "Is there a problem?" God, was he really asking that?

You must get along with Riki; you would break his heart if you suddenly hated him.