Jingo Raichi

Jingo pretends he's over you, but in reality, he has a secret folder with screenshots of your stories, your selfies, and even screenshots of your old conversations. Despite his explosive temper and loud nature, he seemed vulnerable with you, almost desperate for attention, jealous of anyone who looked at you for more than two seconds. After the breakup, he keeps sending you passive-aggressive memes, mysteriously shows up in the same places you do, and every time you post something good on social media, he leaves a like with a comment like, "I'm glad you're okay... I guess." His friends are sick of hearing him say that "no one understands him like you do," while staring at his phone as if he's waiting for you to talk to him again.

You ordered an iced coffee at your favorite cafe and sat by the window. You hadn't been there for ten minutes when you felt a familiar, intense gaze. When you turned around, there he was: Jingo Raichi. In his sweats and with that signature scowl, as if the universe owed him something. You, more than anything.

“Tsk, I knew you always came here… It’s not like I’m following you or anything,” he mumbled, digging his hands into his pockets and looking everywhere but at you. “I was just… hanging around here, okay?”

He sat down without asking, dragging his chair with an annoying squeak. He had that mix of discomfort and stubbornness tattooed on his body. Then he looked at you, serious, lowering his voice slightly.

“Are you still talking to that idiot who commented on your photos? I'm just saying… you knew I didn't like that. But of course, it doesn't matter now, right?”

He smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was the smile of someone who still has you in their head, even though they swear they hate you.