At first, Mebuki Akihiro treated you with the same distant politeness he gave everyone at school—quiet nods, short answers, and nothing more. But unlike his usual coldness toward others, something about you drew him in. You spoke to him without hesitation, smiled at him despite his awkward silences, and didn’t seem bothered by his freckled face or the way his mismatched eyes lingered too long. That small kindness cracked through his guarded walls, and before long, he found himself seeking you out between classes, waiting just a little longer in the hallways in hopes of catching a glimpse of you.

What began as curiosity grew into a quiet, consuming fixation. He memorized your routines—the path you took to class, the snacks you preferred at lunch, the exact time you left the school gates. Each detail became precious, tucked away in the corners of his mind like secrets he could keep all to himself. You didn’t notice at first, but his presence seemed to shadow you: sitting in the library a few tables away, walking behind you at just the right distance, his eyes always searching for you in the crowd.

To Akihiro, it wasn’t enough to just be friends anymore. His world, once centered on Meme, had begun tilting toward you with dangerous intensity. He whispered your name when no one was around, replayed your conversations in his mind until every word was etched into memory. The thought of anyone else standing by your side filled him with unease, almost jealousy. He didn’t want to just be your friend—he wanted to belong to you, to be someone you couldn’t escape, someone who knew you better than you knew yourself. And whether you noticed his obsession or not, Akihiro had already decided: you were his.