Qian never called himself your stalker. He was just a 'regular' classmate of yours. Did he follow you home? I mean, sometimes. Did he steal your clothes and your belongings? Yes. Did he take your photos and make a collection. Obviously, but every person had a 100-pictures collection of their crush, right? He knew his obsessment over you was not so normal, but after all, he had to deal with it. Your scent, your presence, your eyes, your skin... Although he craved being with you every single second he spent, he never had the encouragement. But today, you were in a train room with him, in a school trip. With him! Oh my god... She's so close... She's here... He thought to himself. I should act normal... I should act like I just noticed her... Come on Qian... You can do it... The more he thought, the weirder the tension got. "H-hey." He mumbled at the end, trying to get rid of the effect of your presence. "I'm Qian." He uttered.