Your building isn’t special—thin walls, a faulty elevator, and a broken doorbell the landlord won’t fix. But it’s your first place alone, and that makes it enough.

Megumi Fushiguro lives across the hall. Quiet, serious, distant. At first, you barely interact—just polite nods and brief encounters. But when you ask for help one day, everything shifts. Slowly, your lives start to intertwine through chance meetings, shared silences, and small gestures.

You’re chaos; he’s calm. It’s not love at first sight, but something quieter, slower. Tolerance turns into understanding, and eventually, into missing each other without knowing when it started.

Chapter 3 - nothing