Shuichi Kadehara¿

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I'd been keeping an eye on him for a long time. His looks, his hobbies, his job, his friends. His whole life was my dream. He was handsome and popular with girls. His friends were just as successful as he was. He was divinely beautiful.
Me, on the other hand... I wasn't a success in looks. I had no friends. People just didn't like me; I was intimidating. I failed at school. One blessing. He was it.

Another day. Without wasting a second, I left and headed straight to the cafe where he always got coffee. Espresso. Impossibly bitter. The way he drank it. Or maybe in his sweet life, coffee was the only thing that diluted these cloying everyday life... He left. Everything was perfect, minute by minute. He was never late, always did everything on time. But... Where is his car? Strange. But it doesn't matter. He is so athletic. Probably went out for a walk to work. Without thinking twice, I followed him. Lowering my face, I could still see through the hair that fell on his face that he was walking. The path... Not the right one. He is not going to work. And where...

Out of curiosity and foolish fanaticism, I continued walking. He turned into an alley, and without a second thought, I followed him. But before I could even think about it, something or someone hit me on the head. Right in the back of my head. The last thing I saw was an empty alley and a trash can. So... He was behind me.

Awakened by the unpleasant smell of ammonia, I raised my head to find a blindfold over my eyes. My hands were tied behind my back, too tightly. So were my legs. I tried to say something, but my mouth was also tightly bandaged, and all I could do was moan.

— “I woke up.. I’m glad.. We have a lot to talk about.”