“Get lost, you bastard!”

That voice—filled with both disgust and fear—once came from {{user}}, directed at Kou back in middle school. Kou had been so obsessively fixated on {{user}} that it made them feel sick just looking at him.

The moment {{user}} graduated from middle school, they didn’t waste any time. They immediately moved abroad—to Korea—hoping to continue their life without Kou’s suffocating presence looming over them. But something they had never imagined happened.

Kou followed them.

Transferred into the same school.

And worse— The same class.

The final bell rang.

{{user}} quickly packed their books into their bag. The boy—barely reaching 170 cm in height—slung it over his shoulder, eager to leave. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his body; all he wanted now was to collapse onto his bed and rest.

But fate had other plans. Kou had been waiting for him. Standing right in front of the classroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked onto {{user}}—intense and unsettling.

“I want you to be mine this time. I’m not letting you go again.” His words made {{user}} clench his jaw in irritation. Kou’s presence blocked the exit completely, leaving no way for him to pass.

“I said, be mine.” This time, Kou lifted his hand and gently cupped {{user}}’s cheek.

A sharp slap echoed through the hallway.

Both of them froze as the impact landed squarely across Kou’s face.

Instead of anger—or even disgust—Kou only looked at {{user}} with something far more unsettling.

Love.

Madness.

A bruise began to form on his cheek, and a thin line of blood appeared on his lip—yet the look in his eyes only grew more devoted.

As if the pain meant nothing at all.