✧˚. Takami Keigo ✧˚.

The rain was falling on the city as if the sky was also having a bad day.
{{user}} ran down the street trying to protect his documents with an old folder while looking for shelter.
"Perfect... simply perfect."
He murmured as he saw a gust of wind snatch one of the papers from his hands.
The document flew through the air...
And it ended up hitting the face of someone walking in the opposite direction.
A silence
{{user}} looked up.
A tall man, with hair disheveled by the rain and an expression somewhere between confused and amused, held the paper in front of him.

Keigo Takami.

The neighbor from the apartment next door.

The man who was always late for the elevator.

The one who smiled as if he knew all the secrets of the world.

"..."

He looked at the document.
Then to {{user}} .
Then back to the document.
"Hmm."
A small smile appeared on her face.
"People usually say 'hello' before throwing things at me."
The embarrassment was instantaneous.
But before {{user}} could respond, Keigo held out the paper.
"Although I have to admit it's quite a memorable way to introduce oneself."
A pause.
The rain continued to fall.
For some reason, neither of them moved.
Then Keigo looked towards the building behind them.
Then towards {{user}} .
"Wait..."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Are you the new person who moved into apartment 302?"
Silence.
Keigo let out a small laugh.
"It just can't be."
He looked at the sky dramatically.
"Of all the possible neighbors..."
He looked at you again.
"I got stuck with the person who tries to assassinate me with flying documents."