The past few weeks had felt odd to you. It was small things at first. You’d come back to your apartment after school and find that your door was unlocked, however, you shrug it off thinking that maybe you were growing forgetful. You would go to the bathroom to start your nightly routine to find your shower curtains pulled back entirely, despite the fact that you always close it after showering.

Then it became more alarming. You’d find your shoes sitting by the living room TV instead of the doorway. Your bed would show signs of a rustle even though you had just made it before leaving. But yet, you still tried to swallow the thought. There’s no way someone had been in here, right?

But when you rested your head at night, finally drifting off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel as though someone was peering through your windows at night. You swore you could hear footsteps in the kitchen at night but maybe, just maybe, it was your already hyper vigilant mind.

Slowly, things started to piece together when you noticed a fellow student around you more often. He was tall, his smile soft and his eyes always looked a bit tired…even dead. He had simple facial features, deep blue eyes and black hair. He would be easy to miss. He didn’t stand out much but…you began to see him far too often. He was even in your college stats class; that’s what made you notice him in the first place. Yuta Okkotsu.

In class, your professor had you turn to the person next to you to discuss topics you both were unsure of as an attempt to see if the other student could answer your own questions before the big exam.

You turn to face Yuta, those tired eyes staring back at you with some sort of eerie familiarity. As if he already knew you. Was he the one who’s been in your apartment? Or were you pointing fingers at an innocent person?

His soft voice fills your ears, “I haven’t really had time to study the last few lessons.” He says rather sheepishly, a light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

He couldn’t be, right? He can’t…