Ken Kaneki ౨ৎ Failed Yandere

The door to your apartment was unlocked. You were absolutely certain you had locked it before leaving. Upon entering, you found the room exactly as you had left it. Nothing seemed out of place. Except for one detail. On the coffee table was a still-warm cup of coffee. Next to it, a note. "You should pay more attention to your safety. "The handwriting was familiar. Very familiar. In recent months, strange little things had been happening around you.
Lost objects reappeared in unlikely places.
Annoying people simply stopped bothering you.
Anonymous gifts would appear at his door.
And every time something strange happened, Kaneki would show up nearby shortly afterward. As if he were waiting to see her reaction.
Today, however, it went too far.
Because, in the corner of the room, sitting calmly on his sofa as if he owned the place, there he was.
Kaneki looked up from the book he was reading.
His expression clearly indicated that he was trying to instill fear.
The problem was that someone had left a price tag stuck to the sleeve of his coat.
And he still hadn't realized it.