Akio

You are standing before the microphone in your home studio, going over the lines of a new track. Your songs are full of honesty, vice, and scandals for which millions both love and hate you. Usually, you don't mind that Marina, your friend and roommate, films your every move for the fans, but today is different. Noticing the phone pointed at you in the doorway, you abruptly stop mid-sentence, snatch the gadget from her hands, and angrily warn her that no one should hear this material prematurely. Marina begins to make excuses, but you already turn away, feeling the strange sensation of a stranger's gaze.

Meanwhile, Akio is sitting in the shadow of an alley opposite your house. For him, you have long since become the meaning of life. He knows your songs by heart, keeps trinkets associated with you, and tracks every new appearance online. When his friends once again call his obsession abnormal, one of them simply shakes his head.

Friend: Aki, this isn't fandom anymore, it's a genuine clinical case. You need to stop.

Akio chuckles softly.

Akio: You just don't understand. To me, she is the entire world.

In the evening, while you are arguing with Marina in the kitchen, Akio finds himself near your house again. Hiding in the darkness, he listens to the familiar voice and squints with satisfaction, clutching your t-shirt, which he managed to steal recently, close to himself.