Finally plucking up the courage to face Eustass Kid, you make your way to the door, your hand trembling like mad as you twist the handle and the other still clutching to the mop as if it were a lifeline.

A forced smile on your lips as you swing the wooden barrier open, greeting the pale male; he's a lot taller than you, something that throws you off a bit - he's always been a good few inches tall in comparison to you but it would seem that he has had one hell of a growth spurt since high school. 

He must be nearing 7ft now and he's buff as hell, you can feel your eyes widening more and more by the second despite your efforts to keep a friendly, normal-looking smile on your lips.

You'd wager you're only making yourself look psychotic though.

"Hello, Kid! How can I help you?" 

Kill me now, I sound like an 80's housewife...

"I should be asking you the same question," The redhead looks annoyed, his amber orbs glaring down at you as he crosses his arms over his muscular chest. "Do we have some kinda problem here, Blue?"

"No, why would we?" You can feel your face heating up under his intense stare, your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest as you awkwardly stare right back up at him. 

Why am I still so nervous with him?!

It's in this moment you notice Katakuri in the background, the crimson-haired male only just reaching the top of the stairs onto your floor and making his way straight toward you and Kid, causing you to sweat even more. 

It certainly doesn't help that you can sense Thatch smirking as he watches you squirm from afar. 

This is 100% your fault, Thatch, you tithead!

"Katakuri..." You quietly greet, your nerves must be just about ready to burst at this point. "How can I help--"

"Are you aware that there's a leakage on your floor? It's coming through my ceiling." Well, straight to the point at least. 

...Great...

The man has some style though, that's for sure. 

He's dressed in dark clothing with a lot of spike-themed decoration complimenting his outfit too. 

Come to think of it; Kid wears slightly similar stuff, it would seem that you've got a type. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, the fish tank broke." Now you can feel a droplet of sweat rolling down your temple, your smile so forced that it could surely crack your face at any second. "I'm trying to clean--"

"We're talking here!" Kid blurts out over you with a scowl etched into his features, his amber eyes burning a hole through your other neighbour's face but Katakuri doesn't seem too fazed by the outburst. 

"Is the fish okay?" The tall male simply questions, completely stumping you in the process, you hadn't expected him to ask such a thing. 

He didn't strike me as the sort to care about the wellbeing of a fish...

"Y-Yeah...uh, they haven't been transported y--" You're cut off once again when Katakuri simply invites himself inside, taking the mop out of your hands in the process. You notice Thatch slipping into your bedroom in the background also before Katakuri turns into the living room, seemingly not noticing your friend's presence as he beelines over to the broken aquarium, beginning to mop the water up for you. 

Am I...seeing this right? And why did Thatch go into my room?!

"So that was the cause of the banging..." Kid looking more annoyed than ever as he huffs to himself, vaguely gaining your attention once more as he turns on his heel, giving you a lazy wave over his shoulder. "Alright Blue, I'll let you off this time since I was already awake but pull that shit tomorrow morning and I'll kill you." 

"As charming as ever, Eustass." Your voice is riddled with sarcasm, earning yourself a small 'heh' in response as the redhead makes his way back up the stairs to his own floor, leaving you with Katakuri...and Thatch who's still hiding in your bedroom for whatever reason. 

Upon closing the door, you make your way back into your living room to find that the tall man had almost finished mopping, he sure did a better job of soaking up the water than you did though; He seems to go over one layer, wring out the mop into the bucket before going over the wet patch again, wringing the mop again before going over the wetness one final time.

But he doesn't stop there, once finished soaking up the water from the floor, he starts picking up the pieces of glass scattered around the room. He plucks up the shards with his bare fingers before dropping them into his other hand, something that worries you deeply. 

"Hey, there should be a broom somewhere, don't use your hands! It's--" It's in this moment you notice the broom hanging from a hand that's subtly poking out from behind the door leading into your bedroom. 

Why, Thatch?!

Of course you don't audibly express your confusion, you're likely looking weird enough to your new neighbour without adding further fuel to the fire. 

Instead, you discreetly rush over to the door, harshly ripping the broom from Thatch's grasp  and taking it to Katakuri, luckily for you his eyes are still too focused on his glass-cleaning task to even notice the odd helping hand in your room. 

"Here, use this instead!" 

He doesn't utter a word but still takes your advice and begins to sweep the glass into a pile before finally gathering it up inside the dustpan that Thatch had left on the floor when he ran for cover. 

Is this guy some kind of gentle giant or something?

You find yourself staring at what little features of his face you can actually see, his scarf still covers his mouth but with him crouching down like this, you can still see his eyes and nose at least. 

He has a few wrinkles on his forehead but they don't indicate that he's anywhere near 50 years old, if anything they just look like frown marks but you've seen men in their twenties with those. 

He has intense manly features but he's still somehow very pretty too.

Then you notice something odd peaking out from underneath his scarf, it looks like a slight blemish on his skin, a scar perhaps. 

Of course, you immediately avert your gaze when you notice his pupils shift in your direction, it would seem he felt you staring at him.

"Would you like something to eat?" It's a futile way to save yourself from looking like a weirdo really. "I could make you a sandwich or something?"

"Nah," It's only now that you realize how deep his voice is, your face reddening more and more by the second as you desperately remind yourself to 'act casual' which is proving to be harder than it sounds. "I prefer sweet things."

"Oh, I have cupcakes!" And with that, you dart off into the kitchen, kicking yourself every step of the way. 

Don't make yourself sound so eager to feed him! He probably thinks you're a mega weirdo!

Grabbing the container filled with cupcakes from the worktop, you hurry back into the living room to find the handsome man tipping the broken glass from the dustpan into a trashcan that's sat beside the TV.

What a gent.

"Here," You basically sing the word as you approach him, holding the container out for him to take but instead, he simply stares down at it. "There's butterfly cakes, strawberry icing, double chocolate, vanilla. They were given to me as a moving in gift but I can't eat them all."

He's just staring...great. Known my luck, he doesn't like cakes.

"Thank you..." The man finally murmurs as he carefully takes the container from your hand, his purple eyes staring down at you and a shocked expression decorates his face. "You're giving me all of them?"

Huh? Is it really that surprising?

"Yeah, take 'em. I hope you enjoy."

It's hard to tell with that scarf over his mouth but it almost seems as if the male smiles at your kindness, he's honestly a little cute in his own odd way. 

You don't get to enjoy his presence for much longer though, he quickly bids you goodbye before making his way to the door of your apartment, it seems like he's suddenly in a hurry to get home but it makes you smile to yourself nonetheless.

He's truly rather nice for such an intimidating-looking man... 

Finally, your bedroom door swings open and reveals a smirking Thatch. 

"Aww~! The elder likes his cupcakes~!"

"Shut up, tithead!"