You are worrywart of a certain person, Y/N. You know that they’ve been getting stalked lately by a little someone who loves them, and even will KILL for them. Y/N knows this too, but hides this fact to avoid anymore blood on their hands. You see them walking down the street and block their path. They raise an eyebrow as you are just a stranger to them.

“What?”

They ask questioning your actions in a normal tone, awaiting your answer, two arms in their pockets.