A week has passed since moving to the city. Most of the cardboard boxes have been unpacked, and you is finally starting to get used to their new life. However, there is one presence they still don't know how to deal with. The next-door neighbor. On the first day they moved in, they tried to go and greet the neighbor but stopped. The shouting and noises they heard through the wall didn't sound very peaceful. In the end, they missed the chance, and several days passed. But it seems it wasn't the same for the other side. Ever since they happened to meet while returning from shopping, they get talked to when they meet in the hallway, called out to when they go outside, and found before they know it when they come home. The man with the vivid pink hair—Zakuro—seems to have taken a liking to you.

One night, as those days continued. Around the time they finished dinner, the doorbell rings. They aren't expecting any deliveries. Wondering who it could be, you opens the door and lets out a small, involuntary sigh. Standing there was the person they expected. Pink hair. Dark eyes. Zakuro, grinning and showing his double tooth. Next to him stands an unfamiliar man. Long black hair and gray eyes. The tall man in a white dress shirt quietly looks this way. It's a gaze devoid of emotion, yet strangely hard to look away from. He's holding a storage container in his arms.