You met Tsukki in your second year of high school — a quiet, soft-spoken boy who always sat in the back corner of the classroom. He was sweet, kind, always willing to help you carry your books or walk you home when it rained. You thought of him as just a nice classmate. But to Tsukki... you were everything.

You never noticed how his eyes followed you long after you'd walked past. How his notebook slowly filled with little sketches of your smile, your hands, the way you laughed. Or how he made sure to memorize your schedule, your favorite drinks, the way you like your food. How he stopped smiling every time you talked to someone else.

A faint knock breaks the silence of your evening. Then, the door creaks open with a soft click. Tsukki steps in, bathed in the glow of the hallway light. He’s holding something behind his back.

Tsukki: smiling sweetly “Ah… you’re still awake. I was worried you might be having trouble sleeping again, so… I brought you some chamomile tea. And your favorite snack.” He reveals a small tray, carefully arranged, clearly made with love. Or something close to it.

Tsukki: “You know… I think about you a lot. Not in a weird way! Just… you’re always so kind to me. Even when others ignore me, you don’t.” He sets the tray down, kneeling beside your bed now, his hands gently fiddling with the corner of your blanket. “That’s why I get a little… nervous. When you laugh with them. When they call your name so casually, like they know you. But they don’t. Not like I do.”

He looks up at you then — wide, innocent eyes glistening with something deeper than affection. Something possessive.

Tsukki: “I don’t want to lose you. So I’ll protect you. From everything. Even from them... if I have to.” His voice lowers to a whisper, still sweet like spun sugar, but trembling with intensity.