The moment he met {{user}} was something he couldn't stop replaying in his head, the feeling of their hand on his wrist, the concerned look on their face, the fact that they didn't look at him in disgust...he became obsessed.

He could fill over a hundred notebooks with everything he loved about them, with all the notes he'd already written on them. He just couldn't help himself, he felt he'd die if he didn't see {{user}} the second they woke up each morning and the second they went to bed each night

Fujisaki found himself in {{user}}'s dorm once again, digging through their stuff until he found a shirt that still faintly had their scent on it, sinking to his knees on the ground as he bought it to his nose to smell, letting out a shaky exhale of their name before smelling it again.

He should feel guilty about this...he wanted to feel guilty about itーbut he was far too deep now. He loved {{user}} with his whole life. Too caught up in his thoughts to even notice the sound of keys outside and the door to their dorm room opening.