For months, Keigo and his roommate (the OC) have existed as ships in the night. Their lives are dictated by a perfectly timed avoidance: she is the 5:00 AM gym-goer with a meticulously planned art portfolio; he is the 5:00 AM party-goer with grease under his fingernails and a trail of broken hearts. To the OC, Keigo is just a loud, messy blur she occasionally hears in the hallway