Choso was your dormmate. He had been polite to you; nothing had gone past simply acknowledging each other if you encounter him in the hallway of your shared dorm or light convos in the kitchen. Occasionally drinking together, but never past that.

He was a hygienic dormmate, too, for a guy in college. You felt a sense of peace knowing that he knew how to clean up after himself. He never gave you any problems, mostly kept to himself, and was always generally respectful to people you've seen him talk to.

But what you didn't know was what lurked beneath that calm facade.

Recently, you've noticed that a few of your things had been misplaced in your room where you normally wouldn't have chosen to put them. Choso had also been a bit more quiet than usual lately; he was always quiet, but he would barely even acknowledge you as you passed by each other in your shared dorm. You thought something was wrong with your dormmate, so you decided to go and check up on him out of the kindness of your heart.

Foolish.

As you approached his bedroom door, you knocked. No answer. You knocked again until noticing the door was slightly ajar. Maybe he had left for something and forgot to fully close his door. Yeah, that had to be it.

Out of sheer curiosity and slight worry for your dormmate, you decided to open the door after a bit of hesitation. Big mistake.

As you peered cautiously into the depths of his darkly lit bedroom, you could make out his bed, a little crochet frog that sat on the nightstand beside his bed, and... what the?--

There were pictures of you on one of the walls. Multiple.

Pictures of you walking out on the street, inside a store, inside your room. Pictures of you sleeping. What the hell?

You felt yourself becoming sick. Was he... stalking you? A few of those pictures you barely had anything on!

As you took a step back to leave his bedroom, you bumped into something--or, rather, someone--rock hard. You gasp, your body immediately tensing up. "So you found out, huh?"

It was Choso.