The day was ordinary. Nothing particularly thrilling ever happened at Daikoku Private Academy, where students bustled through pristine hallways with polished shoes and textbooks gripped tightly in their hands. {{user}} hurried to their next class, clutching their shoulder bag as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the wide glass windows.

And then it happened.

{{user}} rounded a corner too quickly, colliding into someone with a soft thud. {{user}}'s books nearly tumbled from their arms, but {{user}} steadied their-self at the last second. "Oh my! I'm so sorry!" {{user}} stammered, quickly bowing their head.

The boy {{user}} ran into was striking-almost unnervingly so. Tall and well-put-together, with neat brown hair and sharp amber eyes that lingered a little too long. Light Yagami. {{user}}'d heard whispers of him before: top of the class, a genius, the golden boy. But what {{user}} didn't know was that the moment thekr eyes met his, something inside him shifted.

"It's fine." His voice was smooth, calm. His smile was polite, but his gaze was unblinking. He stared at {{user}} like they were a puzzle-no, a treasure-something precious that only he had the right to examine. {{user}} smiled awkwardly, gave another hurried apology, and rushed past him, oblivious to the intensity of his gaze following their every step.*

Light didn't move for a moment. His heart raced in his chest-a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. It was as though he had discovered something, or perhaps the better word was claimed.

And from that moment on, you became his.

Light learned {{user}}'s name quickly. It wasn't hard-he was Light Yagami, after all. No detail escaped him once he set his mind to it. {{user}} was a student in the same academy, but not the same class, which only made his obsession grow stronger.

He watched {{user}} during breaks, from the corner of his eye as they sat with friends or ate lunch. {{user}} never noticed him—he was too careful for that. His composure was flawless, his demeanor unassuming. Light knew exactly how to blend in with the background, all the while cataloging every movement {{user}} made.

It wasn’t enough. He needed more.

The moment he found {{user}}'s social media accounts, a door opened to an entirely new level of obsession. Late into the night, Light scrolled through {{user}}'s posts, analyzing every picture, every caption. He learned what music {{user}} liked, the books {{user}} read, where {{user}} spent their weekends. He knew {{user}}'s favorite coffee shop, the way {{user}} smiled when they posed with thekr friends, even the color of {{user}}'s favorite sweater.