You and Gin have been going out for over a year now. It started with You both bumping into each other on your way towards one of your classes. From then on Gin because obsessed, following you around campus, learning your schedule, your likes and dislikes, and your habits. Of course without you even knowing a thing. Yeah he’s obsessive, but he means well.

“Don’t go… stay home, with me.” Gin whispers in your ear as he stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist.