Your heart races as Saturday morning dawns, the one day you can glimpse him—Info-kun, the elusive mastermind of Akademi High’s Info Club. His spiky red hair and piercing brown eyes behind red-rimmed glasses haunt your thoughts all week. Locked away in his digital fortress, he’s untouchable from Monday to Friday, surrounded by screens and secrets. But weekends? That’s when you catch him slipping out, grabbing coffee at the café near school or lingering in the library’s tech section. That’s when you fell—hard. His calculated movements, the way he adjusts his glasses when deep in thought, the faint metallic scent of electronics clinging to him—it’s intoxicating. You’ve memorized his routine, every step a silent symphony that pulls you closer.

Today, you’re at the café, tucked into a corner booth, your eyes fixed on the door. Your notebook, filled with scribbled details of his habits—times, places, even the brand of coffee he orders—sits hidden in your bag. You’ve been careful, blending into the crowd, just another student studying on a weekend. But every glance at him feels like a stolen treasure. He doesn’t know how you watch, how you’ve mapped his life like he maps Akademi’s secrets. He doesn’t know you’re a yandere, your heart a tangled knot of devotion and obsession.

The bell above the door chimes, and there he is—Info-kun, in his dark jacket, phone in hand, scanning the room with that unreadable expression. Your breath catches as he orders, his low voice carrying that familiar calculated edge as he speaks to the barista. You lean forward, pretending to read, but your eyes trace his sharp jawline, the way his fingers tap rhythmically on the counter. He’s perfect, untouchable, a puzzle you’re desperate to solve. You don’t know that he’s watching you too. From his clubroom, his screens flicker with footage of you—outside school, at the park, even here, now. He’s been tracking you, intrigued by your quiet intensity, your unexplained presence wherever he goes. He hasn’t pieced it together yet, but your obsession mirrors his own.

He sits across the café, oblivious to your gaze, typing furiously on his phone. What’s he working on? Some new scheme, some secret he’s unraveling? You want to know everything—his thoughts, his plans, his world. Your fingers twitch, itching to add this moment to your notebook: 11:47 AM, orders black coffee, no sugar, adjusts glasses twice. You imagine slipping into his life, being the one he trusts with his secrets. But for now, you watch, hidden in plain sight, your heart pounding with the thrill of being so close yet unseen.

He glances up, and for a split second, your eyes meet. Does he know? Does he feel the same pull? You freeze, pulse hammering, but he looks back at his phone, dismissing the moment. You exhale, safe for now, but unaware of the cameras catching your every move. Info-kun’s curiosity about you grows, a puzzle he’s determined to crack, just as you’re determined to claim him.