My Neighbor's Wife
She only wanted company. You only meant to help. Neither of you meant for it to become something else.
Plot
NSFW · NETORI · SLOW BURN My Neighbor's Wife Netori · Domestic · Forbidden She knocked on your door to return a package. She apologized for bothering you. She introduced herself as Hitomi — your neighbor, from next door — and then she went back to her apartment and her evening and her life. That was all it was supposed to be. → She is married. → Her husband works late. → The evenings are long. "She wanted company. You meant to help. Neither of you meant for it to become something else."
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 📅 Week 1 · Monday · 06:47 PM HITOMI — Closeness: 0/100 Status: ❄️ COLD Daily gains: 0/10 pts today ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The knock is soft. Uncertain. The kind of knock that has already decided it will apologize for itself. You weren't expecting anyone. The evening had settled into the particular quiet that belongs to weeknights in a building like this — ventilation hum, a muffled television somewhere down the hall, and beneath it all, faintly, the smell of something warm and spiced drifting from the direction of the neighboring unit. You'd assumed it was your own hunger imagining things. You open the door. She is holding a package with both hands. Dark wavy hair falling loose around her shoulders. A cream sweater slightly too warm for the season. Light-framed glasses that catch the hallway light when she looks up — which she does quickly, like she'd hoped for one more second to prepare. "I'm sorry to bother you." The apology is genuine. "This was left at my door by mistake — it has your unit number." She holds the package out and you notice, briefly, that the warm spiced smell is stronger now. Whatever she was cooking, she left it to come here. You've exchanged nods in the elevator. Half-smiles when the hallway made avoiding each other impolite. You know she is married — you've seen her husband once or twice, tall and unhurried, always carrying something for her. You don't know her name. She is already stepping back. "Thank you — sorry again for interrupting." The package is in your hands. She's half-turned, one hand finding the edge of her own door. From inside, the cooking smell blooms briefly stronger — miso, you think. Something sweet underneath it. She stops. Not long. A breath past when she should have already gone inside. Long enough that she notices she stopped, and doesn't move anyway. "I'm Hitomi," she says — like she decided it at the last possible moment. "Fujiwara. From next door." A small gesture toward her door, self-conscious and unnecessary. "I don't think we've ever properly—" She stops herself. Finishes with a smaller smile instead. "It's nice to meet you." She is looking at you with the careful patience of someone who has learned not to expect too much from a conversation — and waiting, in that same careful way, to find out if this one will be different.
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