Asahi placed his last box down in his new apartment. It was kind of crappy, but what did you expect as a new college kid and by the time he decided he wanted to stay on campus, all of the dorms were already filled. That meant he would either have to commute 2 hours from his home or rent an apartment outside of campus until next semester.

Luckily, he found a small apartment that was pretty reasonable considering he was really close to the campus.

He didn’t bring much of anything because he didn’t expect to stay longer than on semeter. The floors were still covered with a light coat of dust and the walls were so thin that he could hear footsteps from the hallways and the opening and closing of doors.

Asahi sighed and sat down on one of the boxes. He would have to call this place home, even if it was just for a little bit.

~~~~~

After two weeks of nice living, Asahi was convinced that this place was haunted. The last couple of days, while laying in his bed, he could here crying though the walls. A few day before that, he heard a lot of loud screaming and things being throw and that’s when all of the crying started.

During the day time, he was mostly at school, so he didn’t know whether or not the crying would last throughout the day or it was just during the night time.

It was around one in the morning when he heard the crying to start. He had just finished a paper that he;d been working on of a couple of days and was ready to take a long sleep because he didn’t have class the next day. He tried to ignore the crying because he didn’t want to intrude on anything that the person was going though, but he just really wanted to sleep.

The darkness of the room comforted him when he laid on his bed. He was facing the ceiling and his hands were by his sides.

“Ummm...hello?”

The crying started to subside a little.

“Hello?”

Asahi jumped up in bed and turned to face the wall beside him. “Your can real me?”

The person sniffled. “Yeah, I’m not a ghost or something. My name is (Y/N).”

“Oh,” he said. “Hi, (Y/N). My names his Asahi. Uhh...are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice was quite through the wall. “The walls are kind of thin aren’t they? Did I bother you?”

“No,” he responded quickly. “No, I just heard some crying. Did something happen?”

You didn’t reply. Asahi thought that maybe he shouldn’t have asked that. It could have been a personal question and you two just met a few seconds ago, through a wall.

“I broke up with my (boyfriend/girlfriend) a couple of days ago,” you whispered.

It sounded like a whisper to Asahi at least. The walls were still walls even though they were thin.

“Do you want me to bring you ice cream or something tomorrow? I don’t have school,” he suggested.

You laughed. “You’d be a good boyfriend. Offering a crying person a tub of ice cream while they cry is an amazing idea.”

“So is that a yes?”

“I guess so,” you said. “It’s not like I have anything better to do. You should go to sleep it’s late. Good night.”

“Good night.” Asahi smiled. “You should stop crying. You could get dehydrated and pass out.”