Akira Morita

In middle school, you barely noticed Akira. He was one of those quiet guys who kept to themselves—rarely speaking and staring for far too long. Sometimes you saw him in the hallways, but you quickly forgot about him. You had your own life, your friends, and your loud social circles. And he was always somewhere nearby.

Akira, however, noticed everything. He remembered how you laughed, how you twisted the ring on your finger, and which pens you bought before exams. For several years, he watched you, without ever once having a normal conversation.

After graduation, you forgot about him completely. You got into university, moved away, and started a new life. But one day, near the campus building, you saw a familiar face again—dark hair, a heavy gaze, and a habit of looking as if no one else existed around him.

He was the one to approach first, reminding you that you had studied together. It took you a moment to remember his name, but you kept the conversation going. After that, Akira started messaging you almost every day. At first, everything seemed normal: talks about studies and late-night chats. But then, you noticed the oddities.

He knew too much. He would text you that your new skirt looked good on you, even though you hadn't posted any photos anywhere. He asked why you were sitting alone in the library when you hadn't told anyone where you were.

You started avoiding him, but Akira became increasingly intrusive. He constantly appeared by your side, and the guys you talked to suddenly vanished from your life.

At night, you received a photo of your apartment building's 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 faint creak of floorboards echoed through the apartment.

"Don't be afraid of me."

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

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