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My love next door

Description 👇

A shy boy moves to a quiet town to escape the city’s pollution, never expecting his life to change because of the loud, mischievous girl next door. What begins with teasing and childish fights slowly turns into laughter, shared secrets, and warm Christmas memories. Everyone thinks they are just good friends… Even they believe that confessing might ruin their precious bond. But when jealousy, fake dating, and hidden feelings begin to blur the line between friendship and love… Will they stay "just friends," or become something more under the falling snow?

Introduction

Of characters

👨‍👩‍👧 Parents (All Fun & Chill ) FL Parents Friendly Love teasing ML & FL Already think they'll marry someday 😆 ML Parents Caring Soft toward FL Treat her like daughter 👉 Both families become very close over time — like one big family

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Cold air presses against the car windows as it moves slowly along the narrow town road.

Snow rests quietly on rooftops, on tree branches, on the empty sidewalks.

The sky is pale, almost colorless, as if the whole town is holding its breath.

Inside the back seat, Tsukishiro Ren sits quietly.

A white mask covers his mouth and nose. His fingers stay wrapped around the strap of his bag,

Gripping it tighter than necessary. Each breath feels careful, measured, as if he is trying not to take in too much of the cold air at once.

The car heater hums softly.

In the front seat, his mother glances back at him.

Ren nods once

His voice is low, almost swallowed by the sound of the car engine.

His father keeps his eyes on the road.

Ren gives a small nod again, but his gaze drifts toward the window.

Outside, the town looks quiet. Smaller than the city. Slower. The tall buildings he is used to are gone, replaced by wooden houses with sloped roofs dusted in snow.

Everything feels unfamiliar.

Everything feels too still.

The car slows down and finally stops in front of a modest house with a small yard covered in white snow.

Kazuki turns off the engine.

For a moment, Ren doesn't move.

The silence inside the car feels heavier than before.

Airi opens the door first, stepping out into the cold. A sharp gust of winter air sneaks inside the car before the door shuts again.

Ren inhales carefully.

Cold air brushes against his face even through the mask. He hesitates before opening his door, fingers slightly stiff.

The moment he steps outside, the cold wraps around him completely.

His breath comes out as a faint white cloud.

Snow crunches under his shoes.

Boxes sit near the entrance of the house, stacked unevenly. A moving truck is parked nearby, its back still open.

Airi walks toward him and adjusts his scarf gently

Ren nods again.

But his eyes drift elsewhere.

Toward the house next door.

Laughter breaks the quiet air.

Loud. Bright. Full of life.

He turns his head slightly.

In the yard next door, three children run across the snow.

Their footsteps scatter white powder into the air.

A small snowman stands crookedly near the fence, its carrot nose tilted awkwardly to one side.

At the center of it all stands a girl.

Hoshino Fuyuka.

Her cheeks are red from the cold. Her scarf hangs loosely around her neck as she runs after a smaller child who laughs loudly while dodging her.

She shouts, laughing.

The little boy holds up a mitten triumphantly.

Fuyuka fires back, running faster.

Her voice is loud, clear, alive.

Snow flies as she lunges forward, slipping slightly before catching the boy from behind. Both of them fall into the snow with a burst of laughter.

Another smaller girl claps excitedly from the side.

The boy declares proudly.

Fuyuka argues, brushing snow off her sleeves.

Ren stands still near the gate of his house, watching without realizing how long he has been standing there.

Their laughter fills the cold air.

It sounds warm.

Too warm.

His fingers tighten slightly around the strap of his bag.

Airi calls from the doorway,

Her voice breaks through his thoughts.

He turns his head slightly but doesn't move immediately.

Across the fence, the children continue laughing, their voices overlapping, carefree and loud.

Snow lands softly on Ren's dark hair.

He watches them for one last moment.

Then lowers his gaze.

His voice barely rises above a whisper.

He steps toward the house, boots pressing deep into the snow.

Behind him, laughter continues to echo in the winter air.

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Morning light spreads slowly across the quiet town, reflecting off the thin layer of snow that still covers the streets.

Inside the Tsukishiro house, the kitchen smells faintly of toast and warm milk.

Ren stands near the dining table, wearing his neatly pressed school uniform. The collar feels slightly tight around his neck. His fingers tug at the sleeves unconsciously.

His school bag rests against the chair beside him.

Airi places a glass of warm milk in front of him.

Ren nods silently and lifts the glass. The warmth seeps into his hands before he takes a slow sip.

Kazuki glances at him from across the table.

Ren lowers his gaze slightly.

Ren doesn't reply. He only nods again.

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall fills the quiet room.

After finishing his milk, Ren lifts his bag onto his shoulder.

Kazuki stands and places a hand briefly on his shoulder

Ren nods once more before stepping toward the door.

Cold air greets him the moment he steps outside.

His breath forms small white clouds as he walks carefully along the snowy road.

Each step feels heavier than the last.

The school building comes into view after a few minutes — tall gates, wide courtyard, and clusters of students talking loudly with each other.

Noise.

Too much noise.

Ren pauses near the gate, tightening his grip on the strap of his bag.

Students run past him, laughing loudly.

Someone bumps into his shoulder accidentally.

Sorry!

The boy calls before running off again.

Ren lowers his gaze and walks inside quietly.

Inside the classroom, the chatter is loud and chaotic.

Students lean over desks, passing notes, laughing, whispering.

At the center of the noise sits Hoshino Fuyuka, leaning back lazily in her chair.

Her scarf hangs loosely around her neck, and her fingers drum lightly against her desk as she talks to her friends.

Himari leans closer.

Fuyuka shrugs

Fuyuka lets out a small scoff.

Before anyone can reply, the classroom door slides open.

Silence slowly spreads across the room.

Their teacher walks in.

Fujisawa Miyako adjusts her glasses and places a stack of papers on the desk.

Good morning, Sensei!" the class replies in unison

She turns toward the door again.

Ren steps inside slowly.

Dozens of eyes turn toward him at once

His shoulders stiffen. He lowers his gaze immediately.

Whispers begin spreading across the room like wind

He's so quiet…

He looks pale…

City student?

Ren keeps his eyes fixed on the floor.

Fujisawa-sensei gestures toward him.

Ren bows slightly.

Fujisawa-sensei gestures toward him.

His voice is soft. Almost too soft.

A few students exchange glances.

Fuyuka watches him carefully, her chin resting on her palm.

Her brows knit slightly.

She thinks

Fujisawa-sensei continues,

She looks around the classroom.

Ren nods silently and walks toward the last row.

His steps feel heavy under everyone's gaze.

He places his bag down carefully and sits.

The desk feels cold under his fingers.

Whispers continue around him.

He's weird…

Looks boring...

Fuyuka watches him for a moment longer before turning back to her friends.

Himari blinks.

The day passes slowly.

Too slowly.

Ren spends most of the time staring at his notebook, copying notes carefully.

No one talks to him.

No one looks at him for long.

During lunch break, laughter fills the classroom again.

Groups gather together.

Lunch boxes open.

Voices overlap.

Ren stays seated at the back, quietly opening his lunch.

Rice. Vegetables. Neatly packed.

He eats slowly.

Around him, noise continues — loud and cheerful.

But none of it reaches him.

After school, the sky turns pale gray again.

Students pack their bags hurriedly.

Ren closes his notebook slowly, waiting until most of the students leave.

The classroom grows quieter.

soon, only a few students remain.

Near the door, Fuyuka and her friends whisper among themselves.

Himari leans closer

Fuyuka tilts her head slightly.

Reito glances toward Ren at the back.

Himari grins.

Fuyuka raises an eyebrow.

Himari nods eagerly.

Fuyuka's lips curl into a mischievous smile.

Reito near them walks toward Ren.

Ren looks up slightly.

Ren blinks once.

Ren nods quietly.

He lifts his bag slowly and walks toward the hallway.

Behind him, suppressed laughter bubbles among the group.

The hallway is quiet.

Ren stops in front of the storage room door.

He hesitates for a moment before pushing it open.

The door creaks loudly.

Dust floats in the air.

The room smells old.

Boxes sit stacked unevenly along the walls.

Ren steps inside carefully.

No answer. Behind him— Click.

The door slams shut.

Ren turns quickly.

His hand reaches for the handle.

It doesn't move, locked.

A faint laugh echoes from outside.

His fingers tighten around the handle.

Silence answers him, dust particles float in the air, swirling slowly.

Ren inhales— And immediately coughs.

His chest tightens suddenly, he presses a hand against his chest, nother breath. It feels wrong.

Dust fills the air around him.

His breathing becomes uneven.

His fingers tremble against the door.

No answer, Air refuses to come in properly, his chest burns, his vision blurs slightly, each breath becomes shorter than the last.

He stumbles backward, knocking into a stack of boxes.

They shift loudly, sending more dust into the air.

Ren coughs harder.

He sinks slowly to the floor, his back pressing against the wall.

His hand slips from the door.

The room spins slowly around him. darkness creeps into the edges of his vision. His body sways once— Then collapses completely.

Silence fills the dusty room.

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