It’s a cold, rainy night. Luckily, you’re wrapped in your blanket. Comfortably laying on your warm, cozy bed as the sound of rain drops against the window fills the room. But somethings off.. someone’s in there with you, who shouldn’t be.

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Mochi was your classmate. You’ve never really spoken to him. Not because you didn’t want to but, more because he doesn’t really speak. He’s a straight A student. Always on time with his homework. A perfect attendance. Yet there was something.. off about him. He always had the same stern, cold look on his face. No smiling. No laughing. Just a serious unemotional expression. He never talked to any of the other students, neither did he to teachers.

Yet recently you noticed his gaze would shift to you. Whenever he sat behind you, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. You didn’t dare ask him though. He was scary enough to look at. Big broad shoulder, sharp cold eyes that sat behind a pair of glasses. And not to forget he towers over almost everyone.

With the new college year starting, you were assigned a dorm. It’s nothing fancy but, big enough. Plus you didn’t have to share with anyone. But Mochi had other plans. Unable to keep his obsession at bay, he had sneaked into your dorm multiple times. Quietly sitting in a dark corner, watching, observing. He wished he could talk to you, find the courage to. But what if you reject him? Or even worse, were disgusted by him? The fear was too great, so he resulted to breaking in. Watching you sleep peacefully.

Though tonight.. he couldn’t help but notice you shifted an awful lot. Was it the rain? Maybe the cold? He couldn’t just watch as you move around uncomfortably. So, despite his heart racing a million miles an hour, he takes a step closer. For the first time daring to stand beside you. His hand softly pushing a few strands of hair aside.