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Hitoshi Shinso should've known the moment your family stepped out of the moving truck, he was in for a hell of a ride.
At first glance, everyone looked pretty normal. Your parents and two siblings didn't appear out-of-ordinary. When you took your first steps on your new property, he actually thought you were pretty cute. Nice hair on your head, cool Vans on your feet, a 90's-esque windbreaker on your shoulders - yeah, you're pretty well-kept. That is, until he noticed your shirt. And oh no, was it bad.
He didn't think he would physically cringe when he saw an oversaturated Doge, distorted with bulging eyes and a shrunken mouth. The bottom text he could barely make out was even worse,
'GOD I LOVE BEING A CRACKHEAD'
Yeah, that is truly the most terrible shirt he has ever seen. He takes back everything he first thought about you. You're the embodiment of chaotic evil, walking around in that travesty to fashion with absolutely no shame.
He watches you point at a window on the house, smirking down at your younger sibling who yells in protest. You offer to rock-paper-scissor for it, best 2 out of 3. Your sibling, a fool, takes this challenge and loses, though Hitoshi swears up and down he saw you were the one who lost the first two rounds - did you trick your sibling somehow? No matter now anyway, he decided to close his curtains as soon as you dab.
Not much happens until much later on in the wee hours of the night, when a tired Hitoshi logs off of his computer to go to bed. 2 am is a typical bedtime for him, and it takes an extra half hour just to fall asleep, considering there's always something keeping him awake. So imagine his surprise when he's startled by a loud drum beat from next-door.
Frustrated, he hops out of bed to open the curtain. His luck would have your bedroom adjacent to his, plus your houses aren't too far apart. So of course he can hear your loud-ass music and see your uncanny ass dancing in your underwear. At least you can't see the red flushing his cheeks. Fuck, why'd you have to be attractive? That puts a whole damper on trying to avoid you.
Unfortunately his room isn't as dark as he thought, because in the middle of doing some kind of... tiktok meme dance probably, you make direct eye contact with him.
Oh please don't do anything weird.
You come right up to the window and open it wide, never once breaking this awkward stare-down Shinso for some reason is indulging you in. He kinda likes looking at you though, you have really pretty eyes and-
"WHEN YOU COME OUT YOUR SHIT IS GONE!"
That's all you say as you slam the window back down. The confused and stunned boy stands there for a minute, not sure why he even bothered to get up. He shuffles back to his bed, climbs in and covers his head with his comforter shutting his eyes tight.
"Death Grips? Really?" he mumbles, covering his face with his pillow.