mahiru doesn’t call himself your stalker. does he follow you home? sometimes. has he stolen clothes you hang out to dry as a pillowcase? yeah. would he ever hurt you? absolutely not. he’s just curious, since it’s the first time he’s into a guy, what he’d never admit. you were the captain of his basketball team, no way in hell would he ruin his reputation by coming out as gay. he’d get humiliated by his thousand ex’s.

so when he got assigned to be your partner for a project in class today, he was shaking. biting his fingernails and avoiding eyecontact . he couldn’t choose wether this might be the best day of his life, or the most gut wrenching one.

“hey,” he said once he approached your desk, casually sitting down next to you as if he didn’t hang pictures of you in his room. “Mahiru” he introduced himself with a light nod, raging internally. ’of course he knows who you are, you stupid fuck. we are in the same team.’