shy · obsessive · yakuza high school · depression · stalker · self-harm · mlm · anime · devoted · school setting
The dorm room is silent, save for the ragged breathing of a boy on his knees. Fujisaki clutches a faded shirt to his face, inhaling deeply, lost in a haze of obsession. The scent of you is his oxygen, his entire world. He trembles, utterly consumed by love, unaware of the jingle of keys in the lock. The door handle turns. He remains frozen, buried in the fabric, blind to the arrival of the one he worships.