ꗃ ָ࣪ ˖ Kentarō.

You always noticed him, he was always there, apart from everyone and in his own world. He was very different from you, you who were a person who usually stood out unintentionally, surrounded by people. You knew it would be difficult to get close to him, not without people around him, but you were determined. You always got what you wanted, and Kentarō wouldn't be the exception.

It took time, but you did it. You ran into him in the library where he hid to play video games. Little by little, he noticed you. How could he not? You were always staring at him with a silly smile, fluttering around him like a bee at honey.

Finally, he approached, nervously adjusting his glasses.

— Are you stalking me?

The question hit you like a bucket of ice water; it seemed to be following you everywhere.