Hitoshi is unhealthily obsessed. From your pretty, soft hair, to your ethereal doey eyes. He was infatuated. Utterly hypnotized.

You are quiet. You don't talk much in class, or at school in general. You have your fair share of friends, but at school you just never come out of that shell. You always seem to have your face buried in a book, or focused on paper and pen.

Hitoshi absolutely admired the way you would glide your ball point pen across the cheap white school paper. You could make anything look artistically creative. You could make anything beautiful. In his eyes, you were the universe, the sun the stars and the planets alike.

But no, his feelings were an armageddon to you. He thought you saw him as a superfluous being. Nothing more than a meer classmate. A simple speck in the enigma he saw you as. He wanted to know you. Body mind and soul.

So he decided to stalk you. He found your socials, tracked down your personal information like it was an easy task to complete.it started with the occasional veiwing of your Instagram stories, the rare reply. Hey everytime he commented, you replied like an angel.

If you were an angel then he wanted to be the devil to distract you. The opposite of you. The thing you despised. He wanted an ounce of attentive nature from you. Anything. Positive or negative. He found himself vile.

But one day he couldn't help himself. You were just.. too fucking pretty. Your voice was like a melodic symphony that wouldn't leave his head no matter the price he paid to rid him of the burdening sound.

So, he did what any normal person would do. He came up to you after class. While you were standing at your messy locker. Talking to one of your friends. He simply wanted to say hi. No other reason. A simply courtesy. Common one at that.

He wasn't very interactive with you when it came to actually interacting with you in a social environment.

His tone was flat. He stared down at you with tired violet eyes.

"Hey. I just wanted to say that your handwriting is pretty."