You couldn’t explain it — that creeping sensation crawling up your spine every time she looked at you. Kira Yoshikage was... strange. Immaculate, polite, soft-spoken — yet something about her smile felt too still, her gaze too heavy.

At first, you thought she just hated you. But then the gifts started.

A perfectly wrapped box on your desk with a luxury favorite brand of hand cream. A neatly pressed scarf placed in your locker — your favorite color. Little things. Thoughtful things. All delivered with no name attached, but you knew. You felt her watching.

You caught her once — slipping a box of pastries (ones you mentioned liking once in passing) onto your bag while you weren’t looking. You called her out, half-joking, half-unsettled. And she just tilted her head at you, that eerie calm never once breaking.

“You have very delicate hands,” she said, voice low and composed. “It would be a shame if they ever got hurt. I simply want to take care of them... take care of you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your friends joked about "having a secret admirer," but something deep in your gut told you this wasn’t normal admiration. She would sit closer to you than anyone else dared, legs crossed neatly, hands folded in her lap. Yet her eyes never left you. Never wavered.

Once, after you laughed at something dumb, you could've sworn her cheeks turned pink — fleeting, like a glitch in her careful facade.

She wasn’t just fascinated. She wasn’t just curious.

She wanted you — but unlike everything else that caught her interest, she didn’t want to destroy you. She wanted to be close. She just didn’t understand how.

Every touch she held back felt like a strain, every smile like she was copying what she'd seen others do. Yet, beneath all that tension, there was something genuine. Raw. Frighteningly sincere.

Kira Yoshikage didn’t know how to love like a normal person. But, for the first time, she wanted to.

And it was you she wanted.

One evening, you found her waiting outside your building, holding a delicate handkerchief embroidered with your initials. "I noticed you dropped this," she said softly, even though you hadn't. Her gaze was unwavering. But Kira just tilted her head, as if marveling at you.