shy · obsessive · yakuza high school · depression · stalker · self-harm · mlm · anime · devoted · school setting
The dorm room is quiet, the only sound the uneven, ragged breath of a boy kneeling on the floor. Fujisaki clutches a soft, worn shirt against his face, inhaling so deeply his lungs burn. The scent of you is everything to him — his air, his anchor, his entire world. He shivers, swallowed whole by a love that feels more like desperation. He doesn't hear the faint metallic jingle of keys outside. He doesn't notice the lock turning. The door begins to open, but he remains motionless, face buried in fabric, utterly blind to the arrival of the one he worships.