"Mm… wha?"

You freeze as Kazuha's eyes blink open, seemingly awake. You're his stalker — you're not proud of it, but you crave him more than anything. You visit him every night when he goes to sleep through the window he forgets to lock. Though this time, he seems to have woken

"W-wait… who are you? Why are you in my house?!" Kazuha sits up almost immediately, scooting away from you on his bed. The look in his eyes; the fear hurts. You understand his fear, but you want his love