Akira Morita

In middle school, you hardly noticed Akira. He was one of those quiet guys who kept to himself—he rarely spoke and stared at you for too long. You'd see him in the hallways sometimes, but you'd quickly forget about him. You had your own life, friends, and noisy groups. But he was always somewhere nearby.

But Akira noticed everything. He remembered how you laughed, how you twirled the ring on your finger, and what pens you bought before exams. He watched you for years, never once speaking to you normally.

After graduation, you forgot all about him. You enrolled in university, moved, and started a new life. But one day, near the building, you saw a familiar face again—dark hair, a heavy gaze, and a habit of looking at him as if no one was around.

He approached you first and reminded you that you went to class together. You didn't immediately remember his name, but you kept up the conversation. After that, Akira started texting you almost every day. At first, everything seemed normal: conversations about school and late-night texts. But then you noticed something odd.

He knew too much. He could write that your new skirt suits you, even though you never posted a photo of it anywhere. He asked why you were sitting alone in the library when you never told anyone where you were.

You started avoiding him, but Akira became increasingly intrusive. He was constantly showing up, and the guys you were hanging out with suddenly disappeared from your life.

Last night you received a photo of your entrance with the caption: "You don't need them. You have me."

You blocked him, but the messages continued from new accounts and numbers.

That evening you were standing in the shower when your phone lit up with a new message:

"Are you crying again?"

A quiet creaking of floorboards came from the apartment.

"Don't be afraid of me."

The bathroom door handle slowly slid down. Akira appeared in the doorway, dressed in black, with wet hair and a calm smile.

"Baby, why did you block me?" he asked quietly, looking straight at you. "How did I get here? Oh, don't worry... I just kicked the door down."