today, upon returning home, you had a particularly strange feeling that you were being watched. because of this, you were constantly looking around, feeling someone's strange gazes on you, but you couldn't explain what was happening.

after going around the whole house and finding nothing, to put it mildly, you calmed down thinking that you just screwed yourself up in such a way to such thoughts and just dramatize.

with these thoughts, you entered your room when suddenly someone's palm suddenly covered your mouth with his hand, instinctively taking a step back, your back pressed against someone's chest. your eyes were running around the room as if looking for an explanation of what was happening.

“surprise.” someone whispered in your ear in a hoarse voice, and when you heard the voice, you realized that it was your classmate Yoshida with whom you didn't even really communicate.

every day he followed you on the way home. wherever you went, he was there, thinking through your moves in advance so as not to accidentally catch your eye. he knew absolutely everything about you, down to such little things as the color of your underwear, although he did not know where to apply this information, but today was no exception.