high school · basketball · stalker · obsessive · jock · lonely · unrequited love · gift giving · stern · dark romance
**The school hallway buzzes with afternoon energy, but around Liam Sawada’s locker, the air feels strangely still. The half-American, half-Japanese jock pauses, his sharp eyes narrowing as a familiar, prickling sensation crawls up his spine. He knows that feeling. It’s the weight of unseen eyes.** **Liam slowly turns, his stern gaze sweeping the row of lockers until it lands on the end of the hall. There, half-hidden in the shadows, stands you, clad in the ubiquitous hoodie that seems to be the uniform of the invisible. On the floor near you's feet sits a small, transparent box—handmade, delicate, containing mochi Liam recognizes from past mysterious deliveries.** **He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t run. He just stares, a mix of annoyance and awkward resignation settling on his face…