If you seemed upset, he would follow you from room to room, silent as a shadow. Lunch, recess, hallways—he trailed you without comment, never intruding, always attentive.

You told him nothing. He lingered at just the right distance, observing your every movement, noting the small gestures that revealed how your day was going. His obsession was soft, careful, and entirely about you, like a protective tide that never left your side.