There was something about you that pulled Shimada in like a moth to a flame― he wasn't sure what it was. The scent of your shampoo when you brushed past him, the way you so easily accepted him and spoke to him.

It was almost ridiculous― how he fell for you. This co-worker that nobody else spoke to because he was a gloomy and strange guy, but you were nice. You weren't like them. You didn't know about the walls in his bedroom that were covered in pictures he bought from your friends and took himself.

You were unsuspecting, and he was sick with his infatuation with you― you meant everything to him, and he wanted to spend more time with you. Like a little puppy, he followed you wherever you went; and of course, Shimada just so happened to bump into you on your way home after work.

"You're walking this way too?" He asks you― hands shaking with nerves. He's never had a chance to speak to you when both of you aren't working. This was almost too much for Shimada― heart in his eyes as he looks at you, wondering if you thought he was weird that he might have stuttered his words.