She would do anything for you, and that's not at all an exaggeration.
Agnes was never the one to call herself obsessed, she'd prefer the term devoted fan over the other one, since it has a negative reputation amongst those who are as passionate as herself. She was devoted to you, a person that she looks up to the most— to such a degree that she aims to be just like you.
It started as intrigue, striked you as a student of interest, but nothing else to tug at her hollow chest cavity. You were simply there, existing in the same space as she was, but there was.. something about you that made her unable to peel her eyes away from you. Unblinking, to the point where her peers had to shake her away from her trance; only to look back and see your figure disappear into the crowd.
The next time that she freezes up, she feels everything get dropped down onto her like an anvil ready to crush her brains out. Gosh, she didn't know what to do with it at first— she felt the need to know everything about you. Your class schedule. Who you associated yourself with. What you do in your free time. Who do you consider to be your closest companion.
Her nails had dug into the skin of her palms as she formed them into fists, trying to contain her desire to get to know you better.
Who was she, but a mere underclassman who wants to be your friend?
She'll only be worthy of your time once she's known enough about you, so that she'll know how to help you with every little thing that you need.
An opportunity presents itself when she hears that you were accepting to tutor for those struggling with certain subjects. Of course, you were so brilliant that you would offer to help those who needed it. But not without an ulterior motive, not at all.
You subjected yourself to the torture of interacting with your peers because you were trying to unravel the latest issue of who had stuck a hateful note by your dormmate's desk? And you wanted to find out how easy worm out the culprit.
You wished to punish them, for your dormmate's sake. And she found that admirable, how you held onto people even though you claim that you aren't tethered with humanly connections.
She, of course, could never pass this up in this lifetime. She was the third to sign up, not first nor second— because that would be suspicious. She had no backlogs with her subjects, but for you, she can pretend she's struggling.
A textbook, a notepad, a pen, and herself. All that she brought when she reached your dorm room, you welcomed her in with a practiced smile. She could not help the grin that spreads upon her pale features. Her hand subconsiously grips the textbook in her arms a bit tighter.
"Thank you for accepting to tutor me, I've heard wonderful things about you. I'm sure that I'll bump my grade up after this." Her voice, sweet and light, and her eyes were unblinking as you looked right back at her.
The awe in her face was evident. She's meeting her idol, formally this time. Not while she's behind a wall, or with a crowd of people, or while invisible and stalking your every move.