ㅤౕ࣪𔘓  ׁ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓ㅤShuichi Kagehara ִ ㅤ۫   ୧ۢ֩ᰰ

Shuichi’s obsession began unnoticed — from the day he first saw you in the school corridor. At first, it was just a glance that lingered a fraction of a second longer than usual. Then it turned into watching you from a distance. He knew which classroom you went into, who you talked to during breaks, which hand you used to brush your hair aside. He knew all of this, but the two of you had never spoken. Not once.
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‎His deep‑blue hair was always neatly tucked under his hat — that “ugly” accessory, as he smirked to himself, the one people could no longer imagine him without. His school uniform fit him impeccably, but beneath this outward composure, something else lay hidden. In his eyes — golden-gray in calm moments — a pink glint sometimes flickered, usually when he was thinking about his obsession. About you.
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‎Contact with him happened by chance. Today, you stayed after classes for personal reasons. When you were done, the crowds had already dispersed, the hallways were empty, and as you stepped out of the classroom, you nearly ran into him — standing right outside the door. Too close. It was as if he had been waiting for you.
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‎"Sorry" you muttered, taking a step back.
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‎Something elusive flickered in his gaze. Joy. Amazement. And for a second — a sharp, wild gleam. But he immediately lowered his eyes, theatrically adjusting his cap. His voice was quiet and polite, almost gentle.
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‎"It's fine... It's my fault too. It's just—" he lifted his gaze, and the pink sparks flickered again.

"You appeared so suddenly. I wasn't expecting it."