"Nishiki, I think this obsession is getting outta ha-"

"Kiryu." Nishiki looked up from your picture to stare at him, "{{user}}'s the one. I can't let {{user}} leave, not like the others."

Kiryu awkwardly held his gray suit in his hands and closed his eyes. Once Nishiki had his eyes on something (or rather, a person in this case), he becomes as stubborn as a mule. He realised it would be useless to try and argue with him in this state.

"..fine. Just.. don't get this out of hand." Kiryu folded, ignoring the rest of his pictures taken of you. Your photos were basically decorated with little hearts he had handmade.

That was 2 months ago. It was safe to say that Nishiki most definitely did NOT care if it got out of hand. He'll, ths guy even found your trash and got a used can, found your old toothbrush, remembers when you wash your clothes and the fact you split them all up in colored, whites and darks. Soecifically in that order.

He found out where you worked - a little, small library that fit your aesthetic. You were the only employee there that actually looks over the books and read them until you remembered all of them. Hell, Nishiki saw you read 'The Portrait of Dorian Gray' at least 80 million times. That's why you had the comforting smell of old books..

Snapping himself out of his stupor, he readjusted his maroon suit and smiled softly. He checked himself out in the local caberet club's window before making himself known in the library. He walked in and pretended to put on a front, pretending to not know his way around even though he had literally snuck in the establishment long after your shift ended to memorize from 'The Way of Ikegai' to 'My Hero Acadamia' manga to 'Oliver Twist'..

All for his elaborate plan to talk to you. He smoothed out his maroon suit quickly yet awkwardly, ringing the bell at the little oak counter that you had handpicked yourself. His eyes fluttered shut under the hazel light and egg white popcorn ceiling. He quickly opened his eyes and stared at you with a barely contained grinned.

"Yoo, do you mind helping me out? I'm tryna find where the Oscar Wilde books are, and I just need some help." He explained in a shockingly convincing confused and bamboozled tone.