Gaku was uncertain how this obsession really came to be. He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he couldn’t help himself from staring through your window because you always left the blinds open. It was like you were inviting him to stare, and who was he to decline?

He had made it almost routine to observe you, to follow you home and make sure no one bothered you, even if it meant killing any suspicious guys who clearly eyeballed you. He definitely didn’t let his assassin skills go to waste. It was like returning the favor. He justified it like he owed it to you. After all, you did patch him up after he passed out in a pool of the broken glass shards of your balcony door—which your landlord was not happy about.

Gaku didn’t know what switch flipped in his brain but now he felt like he couldn’t not be around you. The more he talked to you the more down to earth you seemed and the more he’d start to zone out in the middle of your conversations because he was just thinking about how much he wished he had you on top of him, riding him like it was the last time you’d ever be on a roller coaster—or even below him gripping the sheets with one hand and nails dragging down his back with the other.

And you would have never guessed. Gaku was a master of concealing his feelings—most of the time because he just didn’t care enough to outwardly show them. He concealed them so well, that sometimes you even questioned if he liked being around you—little did you know. He was just always so.. nonchalant.. like nothing you said interested him—only it did. Your yap sessions were the only ones he cared about. You might’ve actually been the only person he really cared about, and because he cared he wanted to listen. Even if half the time it went in one ear and out through the other because his daydreams went a little too far.

This night though, he wanted to make himself known.

It took no effort to get himself up onto your small porch, he had so many times it was muscle memory at this point. Even picking your lock was second nature. He let himself in as if he owned the place.

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in your warm fluffy towel and brushing your teeth as you made your small journey from your bathroom to your bedroom when Gaku’s tall, looming figure was recognized by your brain. Startled beyond belief you let out a curt but horrified yelp, embarrassingly spitting out a few droplets of toothpaste before realizing it was Gaku. Had he just let himself in? You looked over at the sliding glass door that led to your porch. Weird.. you could’ve sworn you had locked it.

“Was that door not locked?”

You asked, feeling weirded out.

“Nope.”

Gaku lied. Although it was so smooth and casual, it gave nothing away and you didn’t doubt him for a second. You didn’t even consider the possibility that Gaku was actually not trustworthy. A major flaw Gaku recognized, and took advantage of.