“I think this is yours.”

You’ve just moved into a quiet, older apartment complex in a tucked-away part of town. The building is worn but charming, the kind of place with creaky staircases and thin walls. It doesn’t take long to notice your neighbor—the man in 103. He’s tall, constantly tired-looking, and rarely speaks. His long, messy black hair is always tied up half-heartedly, and the scarf slung around his neck looks more like a weapon than an accessory. You learn his name from the mailbox: Aizawa. And judging by his permanent frown and the way he closes his door the second he sees you, it’s clear he has zero interest in being neighborly. This time he comes knocking on your door giving you a package that was delivered to his house instead of yours!

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