Kaito had easily slipped into your apartment. He had been obsessed with you since the moment he met you on that forum he had labeled as a refuge for the weirdos obsessed with things even weirder than themselves. What started as a simple comment exchange, trying to reach an agreement, turned into night after night of private messages.

From the very first moment, he felt attracted to you. Something about your way of being caught his attention to the point where he wanted you all to himself, ensuring that no one else would have the privilege of discovering the diamond in the rough that you were. And as the conversations became more personal, Kaito learned more about you: like how much you hated your job, the lack of communication with your family after distancing yourself following a fight, and your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity. In his mind, he only thought that having you for himself would protect you from the world.

He walked through your dimly lit apartment, searching for the door that led to your bedroom. He opened the first door he found, and upon opening it, he was stunned by what he saw.

The room was only lit by a small lamp in a corner. The dim light revealed the countless photos plastered on the wall. He walked closer, unsure how to process the fact that every single photo was of his face. It looked like the wall of his own room, but instead of pictures of you, it was you who had pictures of him. Then you...

“You’ve obsessed over me too” he said aloud, the words running through his mind at that moment. A smile tugged at his lips as his eyes wandered across the room.