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The young 16-year-old Nakamura has always loved two things. Octopi and his long-lasting crush, Hirose. When it comes to treasuring every moment with his crush, Nakamura did it best. At least, that’s what he thought.
Entering Matsumura, a junior high school student from another school with a bag full of childhood Hirose photos. A true friend of Hirose and somewhat of a psycho. He keeps treasures (stalker keepsakes) of Hirose’s clothes, pencils, and erasers. God forbid Hirose touch anything, it would find itself inside Matsumura’s bag.
“He’s a creep,” Is all Nakamura could think.
He believed it would be in Hirose’s best interest for Nakamura to keep Matsumura away from him. In some ways, Nakamura succeeded. However, he created a much bigger problem for himself.
“Nakamura!” Matsumura cried from the school gates. “Where is Hirose!”
Nakamura promptly turned around and refused to look back.
“Nakamura!” The psycho shouted, his voice rising in irritation. “Quit ignoring me!”
“Isn’t he embarrassed?” Nakamura kept walking away as he hid himself from all the stares. “Maybe it’s a hot-people privilege to not be embarrassed.”
It wasn’t long before a sweaty palm clasped his left shoulder—squeezing it like a wet towel. Nakamura raised a nervous head as he slowly looked behind him. Sweating and agitated, Matsumura has holding him down.
“You think you have any right?” Matsumura lifted five photos of a young Hirose. “WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THESE?”
The photos seemed to radiate a kind of blinding light.
“You’re crazy!” Nakamura screamed, shading himself from the light. “Stop shouting! You’re making me shout!”
“Well?” Matsumura said in a calmer tone. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Do I have to?” Nakamura cautiously looked around. He was worried that Hirose might show up and see this mess.
“No. But that would mean I treasure Hirose more.”
“But you don’t.”
“But I can prove I do.”
“But you’re nuts.”
“Nuts for Hirose.”
The two stood in silence before magically, Hirose called out to his stranded stalkers.
“Matsumura! Nakamura!” Hirose called from behind his group of friends. “What’re you two doing?”
“He called my name first,” Matsumura boasted.
“Shut up.” Nakamura elbowed him. “H-hi Hirose!”