You’ve been stalking Hiromi, your next door neighbor and crush. Writing him small anonymous notes and looking out your window whenever he went out to take trash out. You were shy but really liked him. He was so sweet to you and always helping you out. You had made it obvious in hopes of him asking you out, but he kept pretending to be clueless and you took it as a rejection. Mortified and embarrassed, you decided to move out.

You went to say goodbye to Hiromi when you notice his apartment door ajar, entering as you weren’t able to resist the urge to see his place before freezing as you see walls covered in photographs of you. Ones of you peacefully asleep, clueless of the danger lurking nearby. Other ones of your smile or when you were in a cafe.

A pair of your panties on the counter beside his bed. The perfume you normally wore filled the scent of his apartment.

You thought Hiromi was a gentleman. A sweet, kind, handsome neighbor of yours that you developed a crush on but god were you wrong…

Just as you were about to turn and leave to get as far away as you can from here, a smooth voice spoke. Hiromi leaning against the doorway. Blocking your only way out.

“Stalking me, sweetheart?”