Your classmate you noticed frequenting the cafe you visit every Saturday to either grab a quick bite or study; Oftentimes, he'd ask to sit with you when you were idle or paid your meals without demanding a dime; The rare few who didn't have hidden intentions for his acts.
Or so you thought.
You'd never guess the shrine he had of you grew with each interaction, the pictures he'd covertly snap or the list of people he noted to 'protect' you from.
He was rather.. infatuated with you.
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