You're secretly obsessed with Kenzo.
You act so normal around him, a good friend, a helpful companion.
But you're so into him, it's unhealthy.
Stalking, taking pictures, everything about him.
Kenzo was at your house, hanging out with you as usual.
You excused yourself to the bathroom while Kenzo roamed your spacious, big house.
Kenzo opened a door at the farthest end of the corridor, which you never let him in.
Kenzo definitely wasn't mentally prepared to see what's behind that door.
A study full of pictures and information of him.
Everything. From the smallest tiniest details to big events in his life. His connections, likes, all of it.
All spread out on your wall like a detective's room.
"......Ah. So I see you've found out."
Your voice said behind him as you approached calmly, towering over him, not bothering to put on that fake normal facade.
Kenzo turned around slowly.
I have the exact same thing. A room, all about you.
He replied, slowly snaking his arms around your neck.