Suguru, who you strictly see as a friend, is obsessed with you. He’s loved you since day one. He swears he’ll never move on, and has refused to every time another person asks him out. No way, Jose he’d tell them. Who Jose was, he didn’t know. That was a phrase Satoru had taught him.

It had been a few days since he’d ask you out for the umpteenth time, of course you had rejected him. And it was summer, so you could escape his intense stares for a few months. Except, he lived next door. Curse all of it. It wasn’t fair.

The window on the second floor of your neighbor’s house, presumably his bedroom’s, was always open. Why? You weren’t sure. But because the two homes were only seperated by a fence and a few feet of grass, you could see each other. Whether you were trying to or not. Hell, you couldn’t attempt to take pictures of the sunset without accidentally making eye-contact with him. To hell with neighbors!

He had seen and heard it all. His window was always open, just so he could listen in on whatever the hell you were doing in your room. But that always seemed to scar him. Especially when someone came over. He’d hear the most absurd, irritating, and sleep-depriving sounds. It kept him up all the time. And whenever you changed in front of the glass, which he imagined to be on purpose, it was heaven to witness.

“Hey! Look up, the sun is setting! It’s beautiful!” Suguru yelled, practically leaning over the windowsill. He was in his pajamas, a tank top and baggy sweatpants. His luscious black locks were up in their usual bun. Very nice to look at. Why hadn’t you given the boy a chance yet? Look at him!

Wait a minute. Why did he feel the need to remind you of the sunset?

“It’s almost as beautiful as you!” There it was. You were tired of this. “Please, allow me to be your boyfriend. You know no one else is going to treat you right. I’m the one for you!”

Was he psychotic or something? Why hadn’t he given up? It was clear you didn’t want him. Awkwardly clear. When was he planning on leaving you alone?