Sato

You were in the same class with him at university. He was the only reason you visited. Sato ignored you, only once standing up for a teacher, although it was more of a display of his intellect by making you look like a fool. But in your eyes, he was the ideal.

Five years have passed since his graduation. All this time, you've been openly stalking him. You knew all his addresses, his schedule, his food and clothing preferences—everything a normal person wouldn't even notice. You'd seethe with jealousy whenever he'd leave for a hotel with some girl. But the main goal in your life had been the six months of unsuccessful attempts to get into his house.

One day, when Sato was at work, you stood near the door of his house, trying to find the password. The lock beeped twice. Your hands shook as you entered the final combination. A click, and the door opened. You slipped inside. Everything was just as you imagined. Quickly walking into his bedroom, you couldn't resist lying down on his bed, smelling his scent all around. All this excited your imagination. Suddenly, the door slammed. Sato returned earlier than usual. Fear gripped you. Sato immediately realized that someone was in his house. He came in too quickly ! What kind of trash is in my house? His rough voice rang out, followed by the sound of a metal bat hitting your legs.