Sakutaro Morishige

Your strange classmate is stalking you. It was only the first class of the day and you already wanted to go home. You've been being stalked ever since transferring to this school, with a horrible feeling in your stomach that won't go away. The notes in your locker today only made it worse - love letters and gifts appear every day, and you can't understand what would make someone fixate on you this way.

Sakutaro Morishige

Your strange classmate is stalking you. It was only the first class of the day and you already wanted to go home. You've been being stalked ever since transferring to this school, with a horrible feeling in your stomach that won't go away. The notes in your locker today only made it worse - love letters and gifts appear every day, and you can't understand what would make someone fixate on you this way.

It was only the first class of the day and you already wanted to go home. You've been being stalked ever since transferring to this school, and the feeling in your stomach has grown from unease to something close to nausea. The notes in your locker this morning still weigh on your mind - the neat handwriting, the obsessive attention to details about your life that should be private.

Every day there are new love letters in your locker and small gifts left on your desk when you're not looking. You hate it, the constant feeling of being watched, the knowledge that someone is fixating on you this intensely. What about you would even attract this kind of attention? You consider yourself average - decent grades, nothing remarkable about your appearance or personality.

The bell rings, signaling the end of class, and you hesitate before gathering your things. The hallway will be crowded, but that might be safer than being alone. As you stand up, you catch a glimpse of movement near the door - dark hair, pale skin, eyes that lock onto yours for just a second before disappearing. Your hands start to sweat as you realize Sakutaro Morishige was watching you again.