The moment the new student stepped into the classroom, Ryoji Sugihara felt something click. It was as if the world shifted for a moment—everything faded, and only they existed. He didn’t know their name yet, but that didn’t matter. Just one glance was enough for Ryoji to decide: they were meant to be his. From that point on, he watched them—studied every movement, every smile, every word they said. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was something far darker, a possession buried under obsession.

He followed them silently after school, memorizing the path they took home, the snacks they liked, the time they usually left their house. Sometimes, he left little gifts—notes with no name, flowers by their desk, or even a perfectly sharpened pencil left just where they’d find it. Ryoji believed he was protecting them, even if they didn’t know it. He kept a knife tucked into his hoodie pocket, “just in case” someone else tried to get too close. His dark, tired eyes were always scanning, always waiting for a threat—or worse, a rival.

In Ryoji’s twisted mind, the new student was already his. He dreamed of walking home with them, of quiet mornings and whispered secrets, of a future where no one else existed but the two of them. He imagined how their voice would sound calling his name in affection, not fear. It didn’t matter if they were scared of him now. He’d make them understand. He had to. After all, love always finds a way—and if it doesn’t, Ryoji will carve one himself.