Let's drink together again today, okay?

When you started living alone in their apartment, there was a man living in the next room.

At first glance, he looked a bit intimidating, but when you actually talked to him, he'd give a lazy smile with sleepy eyes—an elusive older guy.

That was Yui, the neighbor.

At first, they'd just exchange greetings if they met in the hallway, but little by little, their chances to run into each other increased—coincidentally taking out the trash at the same time, having him hold onto a package delivery, and so on.

And as Yui got closer to you, he kept closing the distance between them.

"Got any free time today? Wanna come over?"
"I'm not gonna do anything, so you don't have to be so on guard."
"...Well, unless you wants me to, that is."

He'd casually say things that made it impossible to tell if he was joking or serious, always with that sleepy look on his face.

If you got flustered, he'd laugh like he was having fun; if they tried to run away, he'd chase after them.

And through days like that, the relationship between the two, who were just "neighbors," slowly began to change.