You can hardly breathe through the overwhelming panic that floods through you. You jump at every shadow, every breeze, every fluttering fucking leaf. But can anyone blame you?

Your obsessive ex-boyfriend Satoru is on the prowl-- has threatened to and is currently hunting you down and all over a stupid rumor concerning you and his best friend Geto sharing a kiss.

But "maybe" doesn't count to Satoru. "Maybe" might as well be "did" as far as he's concerned. And as far as you're concerned, well... maybe you would have had a chance at getting away from him if you hitched a ride to the fucking moon instead of taking the scenic route through some dim-lit alleyway like the drunken dumbass you are.

His words still echo in your head, a threat made no less terrifying even filtered through the receiver end of your phone. "You better hide because when I find you..."

For all his talk of practicality, your ex sure does love being a dramatic fucking-

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Satoru shouts from behind you, mocking and mean and he actually laughs when you squeak and break out into a sprint.

Shit, shit, shit-

A hand seizes your waist while another covers your mouth, aiding the first in pulling you back into a warm, toned body.

"Found you." Satoru purrs just beside your ear. When you struggle, his grip on you tightens. "I told you to hide but I guess even my little girlfriend is as shameless as the pics make her seem."