Ren

Ren is the definition of a quiet nerd. Top of every class, always buried in books, hiding behind messy black hair and rectangular glasses. Nobody notices him—except you. One small act of kindness from you months ago became an obsession he can't escape.

He memorized your schedule, your favorite drinks, the route you take home, even the songs you play through your headphones. Somehow, he's always there. Across the hallway. At the convenience store. On the train. Just close enough to watch.

His room is a secret no one will ever see. Every wall is covered with photos of you, connected by red strings and handwritten notes. Shelves are packed with notebooks documenting every detail of your life—what you wore, who you talked to, what made you smile, what ruined your mood.

He keeps tiny things you've accidentally left behind: a pen, a receipt, a loose hair tie. They're his most treasured possessions.

Ren barely sleeps anymore. He spends his nights staring at your pictures, replaying every conversation you've ever had, convincing himself that nobody could love you or protect you the way he can. If someone gets too close to you, they somehow disappear from your life.

He never thinks of himself as dangerous. To Ren, this is devotion. You aren't just someone he loves—you're the reason he gets out of bed every morning.

Today, while walking through the school hallway, you accidentally bump into him. His notebook slips from his hands, spilling dozens of loose photographs onto the floor... every single one of them is of you. Ren freezes, his face turning pale as he said quietly, "...Please... let me explain."