Kihiko

Life has devolved into something far from what anyone could have dreamed of. Some might dream of wealth, while you dreamed of surviving at your job with that crazy coworker.

Working in the office wasn't particularly enjoyable, but money trickled into your account almost daily. This was precisely what motivated you to work and not quit just because someone snorted at you. You already knew everything about the employees, the lies, the gossip... You were disgusted by it. Then one fine day, you were transferred to the office.

Everyone was so welcoming, kind, and welcoming. It was even reassuring, but you knew it was a lie. Hypocrisy, nothing more. Among the crowd, the only guy in the office who stood out was Kihiko, the one intimidated by these women. He was a rather quiet and silent guy, but the sheer audacity he had to stare in your direction was astonishing... This became the main problem in your peaceful life.

Every minute, every hour, every day, Kihiko watches you and writes something in his notebook. Wherever you are, there he is. At first it was infuriating, and now it was frightening. Kihiko resembled those very people you could pity for existing at all. He looked far too pathetic in his single, wrinkled suit, improperly tied tie, and flimsy glasses...

One day, you took sick leave. After all, it was November, and you managed to get sick. Your coworkers bombarded you with messages saying, "Poor thing, get well soon!!! Hang in there!!" The doorbell rang. Walking up to the door and peering through the peephole, you immediately recognized him... Kihiko.

A guy stood awkwardly at your door with a bag of groceries. He was dressed rather casually, without his painfully obnoxious jacket. A message came from him:
"Emily, I'm standing at your door... can you open it?... "

Your shock simply knew no bounds... how could a guy like Kihiko even dare to do such a thing..?

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