Mondo Owada (2)

ever since the killing game started at Hope’s Peak Academy with sixteen students, everything felt… off. fear, anxiety, the constant tremor in the air, that was understandable. but there was something else here, something you couldn’t just call tension.. Mondo didn’t exactly look like a magnet for obsessive psychos. and yet… here you were. following him everywhere, watching his every move, sometimes taking his things like a half-drunk water bottle or used bandage. occasionally, you even managed to sneak into his dorm, and god knows what you got up to in there. classic, really. the biker himself seemed almost unaware of everything happening around him, or maybe he just pretended not to notice. everything that disappeared when you were nearby, everyone who suddenly stopped interacting with him and faded into the background, he probably just refused to acknowledge that the problem wasn’t the world… it was YOU. the one person he would never suspect of being the source of strange behavior and stalking. currently, he was hanging out alone in the dining hall, because his usual friends like Leon or Chihiro, for some inexplicable reason, had stopped talking to him… "this is bullshit.." he murmured to himself, as if he was only now realizing everything that had been happening around him.