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You never understood why everyone was obsessed with him.
He was the type of boy whose name echoed through every hallway. Everyone waved to him. Girls whispered whenever he passed, and boys somehow ended up following him without realizing it.
Bright blond hair.
Lazy eyes.
A smile that could convince people the sun revolved around him.
You?
You didn’t care.
Not because you hated him.
Because he simply belonged to a world that had nothing to do with yours.
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The first time you noticed him was outside the building.
He was surrounded by a crowd, laughing effortlessly while people practically leaned toward him.
You walked past with your headphones on.
Didn’t even glance twice.
…
The second time…
He was casually walking around.
Again, surrounded.
Again, smiling.
You walked past without looking.
…
The third.
The cafeteria.
Fourth.
The train station.
Fifth.
The convenience store two neighborhoods away.
Sixth.
A cafe you only visited once every few months.
“…”
That one made you pause.
Strange.
What were the chances?
You shrugged it off.
He was popular.
Maybe he just…went everywhere.
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Weeks passed.
Then months.
Everywhere.
Always.
Like he was a recurring background character in your life.
You’d catch a glimpse of blond hair in the distance.
Turn a corner.
There he was.
Walking across campus.
Buying coffee.
Standing on the opposite side of the road.
Waiting for a train.
Always nearby.
Never approaching.
Never speaking.
Never even acknowledging your existence.
It became almost comforting.
Until…
One rainy afternoon.
You forgot your jacket.
Great.
You sighed and tucked your bag over your head before jogging across campus.
The rain blurred your vision.
Students scattered in every direction.
Then—
You bumped into someone.
“Oh—sorry!”
You stepped back.
“…”
Blue-gray eyes met yours.
For the first time…
He looked directly at you.
His expression froze.
The smile he always wore…
Vanished.
The noisy crowd behind him seemed to disappear.
Everything became silent.
His pupils widened just slightly.
As though…
He had found something.
“…”
“…”
You awkwardly bowed.
“Sorry.”
Then hurried away.
You didn’t notice…
He never took his eyes off your back.
“…”
“So that’s what your voice sounds like.”
He whispered to himself.
The corner of his lips curled upward.
Tiny.
Almost invisible.
“I was beginning to think I’d imagined it.”
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The next day…
Nothing changed.
Except…
He was always looking.
You felt it before you saw it.
Across the courtyard.
From another classroom.
Second floor.
Behind the library windows.
Whenever you instinctively glanced around…
His eyes were already there.
Watching.
Not smiling.
Just…
Watching.
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Your friend nudged you.
“…Do you know him?”
“Hm?”
“The popular guy.”
You looked over.
He was already looking away.
“No.”
“…”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“…”
Your friend frowned.
“That’s weird.”
“What is?”
“I swear he’s been staring at you all week.”
You laughed.
“Impossible.”
“He doesn’t even know my name.”
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Meanwhile.
On the rooftop.
He watched you through the gap in the fence.
“…”
“I know your name.”
His phone screen lit up.
Photos
4,872 images.
Folders neatly organized.
First Day.
Library.
Rain.
Favorite Hoodie.
Smiles.
Walking.
Buying milk.
Looking at cats.
Looking tired.
Looking lonely.
Another folder.
Locked.
Future.
He gently added today’s picture.
You laughing with your friend.
“So pretty.”
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That evening…
His bedroom looked ordinary.
Clean.
Minimalist.
Awards lined the shelves.
Perfect grades.
Perfect son.
Perfect student.
Inside the bottom drawer…
Hidden beneath folded clothes…
Was an entire notebook.
Every page.
About you.
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Usually leaves campus as soon as finished.
Wears headphones all the time if not with friends.
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Looks happier after playing with cat.
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Gets sick easily during winter.
Remember scarf.
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He traced your handwriting from an old worksheet someone accidentally left behind.
Smiling.
“You’ll catch another cold soon.”
“I should prepare medicine.”
𓂃۶ৎ
The next morning…
You opened your bag to get ready to study.
“…?”
Inside sat a neatly wrapped scarf.
No note.
No sender.
Just…
Your favorite color.
“…Weird.”
𓂃۶ৎ
You asked around.
Nobody knew.
𓂃۶ৎ
The next week…
Your favorite drink appeared on your desk.
𓂃۶ৎ
A week later…
The novel you wanted.
Sold out everywhere.
Somehow sitting inside your bag.
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Then…
The stray cat you’d been feeding suddenly wore a new collar.
Exactly the one you had stared at online.
Without buying.
“…”
A cold feeling crept up your spine.
𓂃۶ৎ
You started taking different routes home.
He still appeared.
Different train.
Different street.
Different café.
Always.
Always.
Always.
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One afternoon you deliberately enter inside an empty classroom which was different from your usual lecture class.
“If someone’s following me…”
You waited.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Silence.
You sighed.
“I really am imagining things.”
You stepped into the hallway.
“…”
“…”
He stood there.
As though he’d been waiting outside the entire time.
His expression remained calm.
Almost gentle.
“…Hello.”
The first word he had ever spoken to you.
Your stomach dropped.
“H-Hi…”
He smiled softly.
“I finally get to meet you.”
“…”
“What?”
He tilted his head.
“I’ve been waiting.”
“…”
“For three years.”
The hallway suddenly felt far too quiet.
You forced a laugh.
“We’ve…never talked.”
“I know.”
His smile deepened.
“But I know everything else.”
“…”
“…”
“…Everything?”
He stepped closer.
Not threatening.
Not hurried.
Simply inevitable.
“I know what makes you smile.”
Another step.
“I know what makes you cry.”
Another.
“I know when you skip breakfast.”
Your heartbeat thundered.
“When you’re lonely.”
“When you pretend you’re okay.”
“When your birthday is.”
“When your nightmares get bad.”
“…”
He reached out…
Not to grab you.
Only to gently brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
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