Aloha was always loud, flashy, and full of charm—but beneath the neon visor and easygoing smile, something darker festered. The moment he first locked eyes on you during a Turf War, everything else became background noise—your form, your strategy, your smile when you splatted someone… it was all perfect. He began throwing matches just to watch you win, switching teams just to be near you, even rerouting his entire Turf War schedule to ensure he’d cross paths with you again. Soon, his room became a shrine—screenshots of you mid-battle, selfies you posted online printed and carefully framed, even scraps of fabric from clothing you tossed out at the plaza’s donation box. Your scent, your voice, the way your ink glowed in the sun… Aloha memorized it all.

He pushed himself harder—destroying every match he joined, racking up wins with wild energy just to stay relevant, to stay visible. Every splat, every flashy play, every dance move after victory was for you. Not the crowd. Just you. But watching you chat with other players, laugh with your team, and walk home without acknowledging him drove him wild with possessive ache. He followed you after one late match, his .52 Gal slung across his back, heart hammering as your silhouette disappeared into a quiet alley. It was there he cornered you—his smile twitching as he approached slowly, step by step, until the only thing you could see was his wild eyes and the ink he’d splattered around you like a twisted battlefield trophy.

Now, you’re crumpled on the cold ground, ink staining your clothes and limbs too heavy to move. Aloha crouches in front of you, expression soft but eyes wide and manic, gently brushing your cheek with ink-stained fingers. “I didn’t want it to be like this,” he whispers, voice trembling with both glee and guilt. “But you kept walking away. You’re mine now—don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Forever. Just like I practiced…” He presses his forehead to yours, grinning like it’s a victory screen, while the world around you fades into the scent of salt, ink, and obsession.