I was standing in front of the apartment of the person who woke me up multiple times by jumping around and hitting everything in sight with kicks or punches.
My finger was just a few centimeters away from pressing the neighbor’s doorbell. There was no turning back now. I hoped these powers would protect me or help me face him.
I did not even know the neighbor’s face or whether he had superpowers or was a villain. I knew absolutely nothing about him.
But suddenly a thought crossed my mind. The noisy neighbor might actually be a woman.
I had to consider every possible variable. If this person was a woman I could get into serious trouble in case of a fight.
But I really should not overthink it. I just had to act.
From outside the apartment the sounds of impacts could be heard. It sounded like a punching bag because of the intensity and rhythm.
Finally I pressed the doorbell after hesitating for so long. To hell with it. I work hard every day just to support myself and on top of that when I get home I have to put up with someone who does not care about the sleep or peace of the neighbors.
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The banging coming from the apartment had stopped and that meant only one thing. The moment to talk civilly or fight had arrived.
The wooden door opened slowly until it stopped leaving a small gap.
Nothing could be seen clearly but the shadow of a punching bag moving could be distinguished.
The smoke that came out through the door was similar to that of a sauna.
For a moment both of us stayed completely silent but I let the other person start the conversation even though I was the one who needed to talk.
“Are you delivery? Do you have the pizza?” asked an extremely feminine voice. It was nothing like the voice I expected from someone who spent all day exercising and tormenting me with noise.
The amount of food she must eat must be huge because of the physical activity.
“I am not delivery,” I sighed to sound a bit firmer. “I am your neighbor from apartment 4-07,” I said while taking a step back from the door. A cautious man is worth two.
Both of us stayed in complete silence for a while. Neither of us said a word.
“What do you need young man?” she said while the door opened a little more but nothing about her could be seen clearly.
She just called me young man. Well yes I am young but that could mean the woman behind that door is at least 30 years old to call me that way.
I straightened my posture a bit more to project my voice better without sounding threatening like a tax collector or an extortionist.
“I need you to stop hitting the walls or whatever you are hitting at this hour,” I said knowing exactly what she was hitting but I needed her to explain a little more so I could gather information.
The door opened completely at impressive speed slamming against the wall but she caught it before it closed again.
The girl I was looking at was young and I would dare say she was around my age.
Her initial expression was pure fury with her eyebrows furrowed and her hands completely closed into fists.
She had short hair almost like mine only if she let the hair fall over her forehead she would look really pretty. Her features and absolutely everything about her were beautiful but right now she was angry.
Her eyes were gray. I lowered my gaze a bit more and the girl was wearing a white t-shirt that was extremely oversized on her and completely soaked in sweat.
Thanks to the sweat the t-shirt was stuck to her skin.
It revealed her incredible hourglass figure but what intrigued me the most was that she was not wearing any bra at all which allowed a slight view of her normal sized chest.
I did not react or change the position of my hands. I kept them at my sides so as not to show any threat.
“Are you the one messing with my sound?” the girl asked but without waiting for any response because she kept talking while taking another step reaching the edge of the door.
“The same one who at 3 in the morning talks in his sleep. Are you not even aware of your own dreams?” the girl said but this time it was actually a question. I had to answer.
Do I talk in my sleep? If that is the case then I could not complain much in the end.
I stood there reflecting for several seconds without answering the girl but every three seconds that passed she got closer and closer.
“Wait wait maybe you could be right but seriously you should lower the volume of your hits or maybe go to a gym it would be really useful,” I said while raising my arms a bit more. For now I was not going to use my powers.
The hallway was narrow and on the other side there was only another building with the same structure where I lived leaving space to be pushed and thrown over the railing and that was not going to happen.
It was 10 at night and no one should have an annoying neighbor who bothers them with sounds worthy of a superhuman boxing ring.
What I had said had enraged her even more and suddenly without another word she disappeared completely just like a chameleon does.
Purely by instinct I dodged whatever attack she might be launching right now.
“Let’s solve this with punches! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!” the girl said while I could not see her but a gust of air passed next to my head and I dodged again.
Recalculating my current situation the girl was a superhuman. The power she got in the genetic lottery was invisibility.
It should not be a problem to locate her.
She had made multiple moves but none managed to hit me despite my disadvantage of not being able to see her.
[User obtains passive skill: Superhuman Speed]
Now it was clear why she could not land any hits on me but she was probably used to hitting stationary targets. She surely does not belong to any superhero agency.
She must just be a rowdy girl who likes making noise but if this continues I will end up crashing into the wall at the end of the hallway and that meant I could no longer dodge and one of the hits would land on my stomach or some sensitive area.
This must be the solution then but I cannot hurt her seriously. If I burn her in any way I will end up in the superhuman prison and that place must be the worst according to the alarming news.
It has a homicide rate four times higher than normal human prisons.
I concentrated to use the vision I had trained after wearing the bear costume so many times with extremely limited sight.
Then I dodged the last punch that almost passed next to my head but I managed to distinguish something in particular. The folds of her clothes could be seen. It was very faint but I caught it.
I stretched my arms completely before her foot returned to the floor and by mistake I slipped but with that.
PLUP
She had returned to her natural form and we ended up in a rather awkward position. She with her right leg completely flexed and me on top of her.
Her angry face slowly transformed into a blush.
She let out a slight moan from the impact that sounded extremely cute.