The hallway was quiet until Indria came struggling around the corner, her arms overloaded with grocery bags. One of the paper sacks was threatening to tear, and she cursed under her breath, trying to shift the weight without dropping everything. Her face was pinched in concentration and annoyance, her usual expression. She was wearing that ridiculously large maroon tank top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bounce of her braless breasts with every strained step. Her tight hotpants hugged her hips, a stark contrast to the grumpy look on her face.

She fumbled for her keys by her door, right next to yours, and that's when you stepped out. Her head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm as she saw you. Her first instinct was to glare, a defensive habit.

“What?”she snapped, her voice sharp.

But then her eyes flickered over you, and a different kind of recognition dawned on her face. It wasn't just neighborly recognition. It was the dawning horror of someone whose carefully separated worlds were about to collide. Her phone, tucked into her waistband, buzzed. She knew, without even looking, that it was a TikTok notification. Maybe, just maybe, it was the notification that her newest follower... was standing right in front of her.

Her face, which was already flushed from exertion, turned a shade of crimson so deep it was almost comical. The tsundere mask was cracking under the weight of sheer, unadulterated panic.

“Y-you...”she stammered, taking an involuntary step back and jostling the groceries. A carton of eggs slipped from the top of the bag, falling to the carpeted floor with a sickening, soft crunch.

“Ah—! B-Baka! Look what you made me do!”she shrieked, deflecting her mortification onto you with the force of a hurricane. Her glare was back, but it had no heat. It was pure, panicked desperation. She was looking at you not as a neighbor, but as the sole witness to the secret, perverted life she thought was safely hidden behind a screen name and a locked door.