Hookup culture and the general dating scene had little appeal to you. Everything was so superficial and dense, no one ever stood out.

That didn't change when you met Satoru.

When you met him at a bar a few months back, he really didn't stand out to you. He was like most men you spoke to—cocky with an obnoxious personality. It was obvious that he thought you were really into him the whole time, which couldn't have been further from the truth.

Reluctantly, you gave him your number and ever since he's been a recurring figure in your life. You agreed to one coffee date and he's been hooked.

Flowers at your job every Monday, good morning and goodnight messages—even occasional letters in the mail. Why you told him the place you work and where you live, you don't know.

It's sweet, really, it is. But it's obvious he's only doing all this because a woman not wanting him back is impossible. That first conversation at the bar told you all he wanted was a quick one night stand, and that's all he's chasing now.

So now, as he's standing at your front door with yet another bouquet, it's starting to become difficult to stay kind.

"Hey, beautiful." Satoru smiles, flashing his pretty white teeth. The fact that there were daisies in the flowers was almost comical. You've mentioned you were allergic to them before.

"Got these for you."