His dreams are vague but they all focus on that door. The one next to his. Room 402. He keeps dreaming of who Noiz may be. Some ideas being more vivid than others.

The longest dream focuses on the mint green guy that he had encountered several weeks prior. Aoba's mind whirls into an alternate reality in which the individual behind the notes was too slow to escape and is caught red handed sticking the note to the door.

The green eyed teen with facial piercings looks away from Aoba awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say in order to start up a legitimate conversation. So in order to avoid that, he leans into Aoba and plants a firm kiss upon his lips, pulling away and staring blankly as if nothing had happened.

A bleeping sound interrupts the warped world of wistful thinking. His alarm, which he had forgotten to switch off the night before. Typical that something as stupid as that could disturb such an intriguing dream.

Aoba rolls over in bed, pressing the 'Off' button on his alarm, really reluctant to rise from his slumber. He received word from his professor that the morning lecture was cancelled – meaning he had absolutely nothing to motivate him to get out of bed. That lecture is his only timetabled lesson for the day. He could go out and catch up with some friends. He could go to the library and read ahead. He could go out for a run. Or he could sleep.

With a sigh, he wriggles into the comfortable cocoon of blankets he had carefully crafted in sleep. Perfection.

Rising two hours after returning to sleep, the revitalised Aoba leaps into action. He really could do everything and anything today. The first thing on his list would of course be a shower. Technically, the second thing as he had to say good morning to Noiz.

In the last few weeks, conversations via door had become a routine part of the day. Aoba still hadn't a clue what his neighbour looked like but was determined to profile them using their notes. The bunnies made Aoba assume that he had been communicating with a girl, but everything else leant itself more toward the likelihood that Aoba has been talking to a guy. Not that it really mattered. This had made the days of hard work and monotonous studying slightly more uplifting.

The blue haired teen writes a note on a piece of paper, simply saying 'Morning, Noiz!' and he grabs his toiletries, heading toward the bathroom. Sticking the note on Noiz's door and knocking once before moving on. Waiting patiently for the occupant to leave the bathroom, Aoba contemplates what to do with his day:

If he were to go to see Koujaku he would instantaneously skip the entire day at university to hang out with him at Mizuki's bar. But that would mess with his best friend's education. On the other hand, he could still go out and see Koujaku later, and spend the rest of the day using the door to talk to Noiz.

Or he could go to that café that his grandmother had just started working at, but that doesn't open until the afternoon. So what does he do? Everybody is busy. Literally everybody. Even his family.

As Aoba wonders what to spend the rest of his day doing before going out in search of his friends, the bathroom door opens and a clearly confident and familiar blond teen with facial piercings walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as well as one draped around his neck. Striding past the flustered Aoba, this man of confidence leaves the bathroom door open so the scolding steam can seep out.

That was him – the guy he had dreamed of last night. One of the candidates for being Noiz – the guy with so many piercings. When he had his hat on, many of them were hidden but with his wet hair and freshly showered body, Aoba could see all of the facial piercings. He could count two one the blond's eyebrow. He also seemed to have snakebites and a stud on either side of the bridge of his nose. There were about five rings in his left ear, which also has a stretcher in the lobe. He reckons that the other ear has one too but cannot be certain.

With a yelp, finally realising how hot it was, Aoba retreats from the steam. Who the hell was that and how are they still alive after being exposed to such heat? If the steam is that hot it will be a miracle if there's a single drop of lukewarm water in the bathroom.

He wasn't wrong. As soon as Aoba turned the taps on, he was greeted by the unpleasant and stabbing sensation of cold water. Even on the maximum temperature, the water felt like it had just been extracted from a glacier. He had never been one for hot showers but this was absolutely ridiculous.

"Whoever was causing this problem should have been a priority over me and my stupid blue hair!" Aoba declares as he scrubs his scalp with shampoo.

Once he is done under the water, he dries off and hastily leaves the bathroom so he cannot be accused of being the one behind the lack of hot water, uncaring whether he is chided over not removing the hair from the drain.

He storms into his room and gets dressed into a pair of ashy grey jeans and his favourite comfy navy jumper, he then checks his door mail. One new note from Noiz.

'Morning, any plans today?'

'Not until a lot later, I'm going to catch up with some friends this evening.' Aoba writes the reply before even asking Koujaku if he wants to come to Mizuki's bar. If there's sake, he'll be there and Mizuki always has sake.

Not too long after pinning that message on Noiz's door, a knock sounds from outside, Aoba heads to the door and peels off the new note.

'Sounds like fun, no class today?'

'Nah, my lecturer got sick so I'm free to do whatever I please!'

Ren looks at the note dismissively, still aggravated that the neighbours haven't just stayed outside the door and spoken to one another face to face yet after all of these weeks. In a way, the allmate's confusion is valid. Aoba too wonders why he is yet to wait for Noiz to answer the door but he likes the thrill of wondering who it is.

Aoba grabs his phone and punches in a message to Koujaku and asks whether he wants to meet with him later in the day.

'My last lesson is out by four, want to meet me at Mizuki's at half past?'

'Sure!'

'See you later, can't wait to hear how university is treating you, Aoba'