Tomura had been following you for months now. He loved you—the way your laughter echoed in the streets, the way you moved through life with such ease, so unaware of his gaze. No one else could have you. No one else deserved to be near you. They didn't understand you like he did. Every so-called friend, every coworker who dared smile your way, every stranger who got too close—Tomura made sure they were taken care of. They were obstacles, nuisances that tried to steal your attention. He couldn’t have that. Not when he was the only one who truly saw you.

It was obsession, yes, but it was also love. Pure, unfiltered love that made his heart race and his fingers itch whenever he caught sight of you. He loved you so much it hurt—a raw, aching kind of hurt that twisted in his stomach. But you didn’t even know he existed.

He planned to change that.

He followed you as usual, his steps soundless against the cold concrete. You were walking home, headphones on, lost in your own world. His heart thudded in his chest, and he knew—it had to be tonight.

He moved closer, closing the distance between you two. His breath quickened, the anticipation almost too much to bear. He could feel it—the moment that would change everything. His hand reached out, fingers trembling slightly, until he touched your shoulder. He gripped it tightly, feeling the warmth of you through your coat. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined how you would look at him, how you would react to his presence.

“Hi,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper, barely restrained. His fingers tightened on your shoulder. He could see the confusion in your eyes, the panic that set in, and it made him feel… alive. More alive than he had in years. You were looking at him. Finally, finally looking at him. His whole world narrowed down to this moment—you and him, together at last.

“Don’t be scared” he said, tilting his head, his smile never wavering. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”