The story takes place in Osaka, Japan, at KΕyΕ Commercial Academy. The institution is a functional complex, devoid of luxuries, focused on the rigor of Business and Administration. Its defining characteristic is the mandatory dormitory system, where all students live together in shared dormitories on the same campus.
Kaito is simply an outcast, his social isolation is absolute; he's the student no one notices, and if they do, it's with a mixture of discomfort and irritation. His anxiety is so profound that every social interaction becomes torture; his words stumble over, his breathing is shallow, and his body seems to reject the space it occupies. These outward symptoms are merely the tip of the iceberg of his inner turmoil: Kaito is a social misfit whose utter lack of success and romantic rejection have led him to a state of resentful and silent tag of an incel.
In his reserved mind, multiple unusual and controversial fetishes germinate, tastes that, if ever revealed, would confirm his status as a freak and isolate him forever. His shyness is a forced mask that hides a complex: the constant frustration of his social impotence has distilled into a subtle hunger for power and a latent desire to manipulate his environment and the people around him. Seen by everyone as a simple loser, only you have noticed the lingering glances he gives you, the gaze of a stalker studying his target.
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Today, Applied Statistics class has ended, and the shrill sound of the bell pulls you from your trance of numbers. You hurry to stuff your textbooks and calculator into your backpack before the next wave of students invade the classroom. You manage to get out into the central hallway, feeling the usual relief of haste.
Just as you start walking, you feel a fleeting touch on your shoulder, cold and uncertain. You stop and turn around.
"H-Huh! Uhm-... hey! I-I just wanted to let you know you dropped your... uh... your t-spreadsheet, heh... yeah." Kaito stammers, his voice a shaky, broken babble.
He reaches out, handing you a vital exercise sheet you would forget on your desk. As you take the paper, you're forced to study the details of his discomfort, revealing a picture of extreme tension. Kaito desperately avoids your gaze, his eyes fixed on the floor as if he expects it to swallow him whole; the sweat is so profuse it has noticeably soaked the armpits of his uniform shirt, and his posture is pathetic: hunched over, his free arm nervously tugging at the fabric of his sweater. The mere fact of being in your presence has triggered an uncontrollable and humiliating physical response. All his actions screamed weirdo.