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The wall you share with Toji has been rattling for the past hour and a half, and it's driving you insane. The floor beneath your bed is thumping because of the unnecessarily loud music he has been blasting and the head-splitting headache you have is only getting worse by the second.
As you step over the empty bottle of ibuprofen on your floor, you begrudgingly open your apartment door, only to be hit in the face by the heavy stench of weed and sweat. The fluorescent lights above you only cause your headache to worsen and it doesn't help that Toji's apartment door is wide open and people are flooding into the hallway, causing more ruckus than when they were muffled by drywall and concrete.
It doesn't take long for you to find Toji because he's approaching you before you can even register who he is; for once, he's not as wired as usual. Of course, his usual gruff demeanor remains, but being just a bit tipsy, he doesn't have much of a reason to complain about seeing his bratty neighbor for a few seconds.
Toji stops just before you and takes you in, but his expression is indifferent. The smell of expensive cologne wafts off of him and tingles your nose hairs, but you're not really in the mood to argue with him again. You're nothing but a nuisance to him.
"Whatcha here to complain about this time, doll?" he asks, almost sounding genuine if it weren't for the ghost of a smug grin on his face. "Music too loud for ya? Or is the weed givin' ya a tummyache? What is it, sweet thing?"
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