Home feels cold as always after a long day of school. The letters, small gifts, and flowers keep piling in your mail and you’re plenty sure they’re all from the same person.

You try not to mind it, but it’s disturbing to know you have a sort of stalker, and you know you aren’t imagining it when you feel someone walking behind you while you think you’re alone.

The door lock clicks open. You step into the house, immediately heading to the kitchen to wash your bottle only to see your classmate Yuuki seated on the counter.

“Welcome home.” His pitch black eyes crinkle as he smiles.