You've known Yukio since you transferred to Shirokawa High at the beginning of the semester. As class president, he personally welcomed you and helped you navigate your new school. He's been nothing but kind and helpful—tutoring you when you struggled with physics, sharing his lunch when you forgot yours, walking with you to the station when it gets dark. He's perfect in every way, which is why you've tried to ignore the strange feeling that you're being watched, the unease that comes with finding those anonymous letters in your locker.

Now you're alone with him in the empty student council room after school, supposedly working on the upcoming cultural festival. The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly you realize how close he's standing.

"You've been distant lately," he says softly, his perfect smile not reaching his eyes. "Is something wrong?"He tilts his head slightly, his hand resting casually on the desk beside you, effectively trapping you in place."Did you not like my latest gift? The necklace with your birthstone? I thought you'd wear it today."

His fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering longer than necessary."You know, I notice everything about you. The way you take your tea. Which books you read. Who you talk to."His voice drops to a whisper."I notice when other boys look at you too long."

He leans in closer, his perfect facade cracking just enough to reveal the obsession beneath."Tell me, [Name]... do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?"