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MY LIFE HAD BEEN unremarkable, a string of ordinary days. People often called me boring, and I never felt close enough to anyone to challenge that perception. There was one person in particular who never seemed to notice me, despite our shared space. Their whispers about me were always behind my back, a constant reminder of my perceived lack of interest. But it didn't really bother me. I couldn't change their opinions, and I wasn't sure why I should even try.

Every day blurred into the next, a monotonous cycle. My sister, different from me in every way, was adored by everyone. Students and teachers alike fell under her spell, but I saw through the facade of her smile. It didn't matter anymore, though. Despite the resentment I harbored towards her since the day she entered our lives, she was my sister. My parents, too, had succumbed to her charm, showering her with affection. I couldn't fathom their fascination; what was so extraordinary about her?

With a captivating smile that drew everyone's attention, she stood as the beloved daughter. Yet, hidden beneath that facade was a secret that gnawed at her heart. As the adopted child, i questioned her worth and her place within the family. Years passed, and the disparity in treatment became an unbearable weight for me. I shed tears of anguish, wondering why i was so different, why i was less deserving of love and affection. But as time washed over me, a realization dawned. It didn't matter anymore. I've come to accept that my sister held a special place in their hearts, one that could not be diminished by material possessions or superficial status.

She could take everything from me, even my family. I wouldn't stop her. It doesn't matter to me anymore.

Initially, I believed she could shatter my world. But that was before I encountered the one who captivated my heart. He graced my classroom with his presence, a faint smile adorning his face. His countenance became a constant in my day, and even in his absence, my gaze instinctively searched for him. His radiance ignited a warmth within me, a sensation I had never experienced and found myself embracing.

‘What is his name?’i wonder.

If i could remember—amidst the exertion of P.E. class, my breath grew shallow and my vision blurred, threatening to engulf me in darkness. Suddenly, amidst the haze, a voice cut through the chaos like a lifeline. Calling out my name, it stirred something within me.

Though I had never uttered a word to him, i had recognized his voice. His words, like a soothing balm, steadied my pounding heart. It was then that he extended a helping hand, offering me a bottle of water—a simple gesture that became a priceless keepsake. Its significance transcended its practicality; it was an unexpected gift, a token of kindness that I would cherish forever.

Within a short time, I found myself drawn to him. His presence in the library on Mondays became an unwavering part of my routine. Despite his demanding schedule, being a part of the student council only on Wednesdays and Fridays, I couldn't help but admire his unwavering focus and determination. His demeanor exuded a sense of tranquility that captivated my attention, and I couldn't resist the urge to gaze upon him.

As previously mentioned, my lack of close relationships prevented me from seeking assistance in obtaining his name. Despite my discomfort at witnessing him with another, my frustration grew. 

Several days later, I acquired a new camera from a shopping center. While photography does not generally interest me, it became necessary for an academic assignment that required identifying a rare flower. As I ventured outside the school grounds, I encountered him once again.

A wave of heat surged through me, leaving me breathless and confused. It was overwhelming, yet strangely alluring. He was across the way, immersed in his book, earphones blocking out the world. His white hair, a halo against the sunlight, brushed his long lashes, framing a face lost in concentration. That calmness, that focus—it was what drew me to him. I gripped my camera, my fingers trembling slightly. Slowly, I raised it, framing him in the viewfinder. The click of the shutter was almost inaudible, the flash barely a flicker. He didn't react, his gaze fixed on the pages. Relief washed over me, a counterpoint to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within.

He looked perfect.

Throughout my school years, I regularly encountered him engrossed in his studies behind the school building, never ceasing his pursuit of knowledge. His dedication and focus were unwavering, although I often observed him in solitude. He had friends of his own, but I lacked the boldness to approach him. Our last brief interaction, when I collapsed and he helped me. But, he never acknowledged me beyond that single instance. His name remains unknown to me, leaving me hesitant to initiate a conversation. The thought of approaching him fills me with trepidation, as I fear he may perceive me as creep or unsettling.

Secretly, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. Though we weren't classmates, his classroom was right next to mine. Every chance I got, I'd make a trip to the bathroom, knowing it meant passing by his door. My gaze would always linger on him, but he was oblivious. The sound of his quiet voice, his laughter, even his casual conversations with friends, sent my heart racing.

Over the course of several months, I gradually discovered his name: Gojo Satoru. It seemed to fit him perfectly. An inexplicable urge surged within me to address him by his first name, to witness him turn his head in my direction. However, my body seemed to resist, holding me back. Despite my inability to utter his name, I had gained a glimmer of insight into his character. He exhibited an aversion to spicy cuisine and an unyielding determination that belied his serious demeanor. He possessed an affinity for literature, his face perpetually etched with an air of deep contemplation. I was certain that he had stolen the hearts of countless girls within the academy.

Satoru seems like a quiet, introverted guy. He hangs out with his three friends, who are all more outgoing, but he keeps to himself. It's clear he's not interested in the women who constantly try to talk to him; they're too loud and clingy for his taste. I can't help but feel a bit drawn to him. He seems so different from everyone else, and I'd love to get to know him better. Maybe someday I'll have the chance to talk to him.

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The classroom was empty, my classmates long gone. I lingered behind, a familiar routine playing out. My teacher, noticing my presence.

“(____)? Why are you still here?”she asked.

“Just need to finish something later” I explained, already knowing her response. She handed me the keys, reminding me to lock up before 5 pm. A reassuring smile accompanied her departure. Satoru, busy with student council duties, would likely be leaving around the same time.

The weight of time felt heavy. Months had passed, yet my resolve remained steadfast. Perhaps a glimpse of him, from a distance, would offer a sliver of solace. This day had been particularly trying, and the mere sight of him, even unseen, would be a balm to my weary soul. 

As I waited at my table, my fingers danced across the keys, a quiet melody accompanying the slow tick of the clock, inching towards 5 pm.

The faint sound of his footsteps drew closer, and I purposely swung open the classroom door, anticipating him to simply walk by. My breath caught as he briefly met my gaze, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, before continuing on his path. My heart hammered against my ribs. He had looked at me. Really looked at me. He must have wondered why the door was open, my mind raced.

I waited a few moments, straining to hear him descend the stairs. Once his footsteps faded, I snatched up my backpack, crept out the door, and locked it behind me.

Habit held me back as I trailed behind him, maintaining a safe distance. My mind, lost in my own world, hadn't even registered that I was following him until we reached the corner. The sight of him turning to his house, greeted by a young child, startled me. It must be his sister. I watched as the door closed behind them, my cheeks burning. It was a strange comfort knowing he lived so close, almost a neighbor.

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“What took you so long..?! Dad won't stop calling m— hey!”

The door clicked shut behind me, shutting out the sound of my sister's escalating voice. My name, sharp and insistent, echoed through the hallway. I didn't flinch, her anger washing over me like distant waves. My bag settled onto the study table with a soft thud, and I pulled out my camera, the familiar weight grounding me. A scroll through the photos brought me to Satoru's face, and a smile, gentle and private, touched my lips.

To safeguard my cameras memory, I diligently copied the photos before potential camera loss or damage. I utilized my printer to materialize my cherished images, which adorned my wall board. His captivating gaze upon the book in this particular angle made me contemplate the possibility of capturing fresh shots. But, discretion was paramount to avoid unwanted attention. His reaction remained an enigma, potentially harboring resentment if his privacy were compromised.

A gentle smile touched my lips as I traced my finger across the photos I'd taken. He was breathtaking, absolutely perfect. I couldn't tear my eyes away. The thought of capturing more of him tomorrow filled me with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see him again.

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Morning had dawned, and I sat at the breakfast table as usual. My mother busied herself preparing my father's breakfast. Silence hung heavy between us; the past had rendered conversation futile. I remained absorbed in my phone, a faint smile playing on my lips as my thoughts wandered to Satoru. I anticipated our encounter this morning with eagerness. A twinge of uncertainty crept in as I wondered if he might be busy, robbing me of the chance to capture another image of him.

As I finished breakfast, my father emerged from the master bedroom and strode purposefully toward the kitchen, settling into his usual seat at the table. 

A moment of silence passed before I noticed my sister's conspicuous absence. A familiar sense of exasperation washed over me as I mentally prepared for yet another late arrival. Despite my father's frequent lamentations about her tardiness, my mother continued to defend her, asserting that it was an unalterable aspect of her personality.

My father's question about my sister cut me off before I could even speak. I loathe her, and the very act of inquiring about her whereabouts fills me with disgust.

“She's already at school. Someone picked her up earlier” Mom answers.

(Someone had picked her up?)

My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Although she had acquaintances, the use of 'someone' implied a singular individual. But this didn't concern me, so I dismissed it.

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As fate would have it, another round of whispers reached my ears. Settling into my seat, I placed my bag beside me, my limbs trembling slightly as a cold sensation brushed my knees. I bent down, discovering a pile of crumpled, water-soaked papers beneath my table. A heavy sigh escaped me, yet I maintained an outward calm. This was a recurring torment, a situation I had grown accustomed to, choosing indifference over acknowledgment.

As the interminable hours ticked by until the welcome respite of lunch break, I eagerly retrieved my camera from my bag. A faint smile played upon my lips as thoughts of him filled my mind once more. With light steps, I made my way to the verdant expanse of the school garden. But as I scanned my surroundings, a sense of disappointment washed over me upon failing to catch even a glimpse of Satoru. Undeterred, I resolved to search diligently for him, confident that he must be concealed nearby. And—

(Huh)

As his laughter reached my ears, I couldn't help but notice its contagious nature. It was as if the sound itself fostered an aura of joy. Intrigued, I approached him, eager to share in the merriment. However, as I drew closer, a sense of unease washed over me. To my astonishment, I realized he had been engaged in conversation with a woman the entire time. Though her appearance seemed vaguely familiar, I couldn't quite place her. But then, as a melodious laugh escaped her lips, it all became crystal clear: it was my own sister.

Pain surged through me, shattering my heart into a million pieces. I couldn't believe my eyes as I witnessed my sister conversing with the man I had longed to approach. Anguish coursed through me, fueled by the realization that she had once again taken what I held dear. She had already eclipsed me in every aspect, and now she was depriving me of my chance with the person I craved. Why did this have to happen? Why was she taking everything from me? Couldn't I have something that was truly mine? Couldn't I possess the love of someone I desired without it being stolen from me?

As my grip loosened, my camera slipped from my trembling fingers and crashed to the floor with a deafening thud. A gasp escaped my lips as my sister's head swiveled in my direction. My own head snapped up, my eyes catching the sight of Satoru's gaze turning towards me. A sense of dread washed over me as my heart pounded in my chest. Instinctively, I snatched up my camera and bolted away. My sister's voice echoed behind me, calling out my name, but I ignored her.

Blindly, I surged forward, my surroundings a blur. Tears streamed down my face, each hot drop a confirmation of the judging eyes I felt upon me. In my haste, I collided with someone, a growl escaping my lips before I even registered the impact. I tumbled backwards, landing hard on the floor, my camera clattering away from me.

My gaze darted towards Satoru's friends. Concern etched itself onto their faces, and a hand reached out to help me up. I grabbed my camera, a wave of shame washing over me, and fled. I had messed up, it was entirely my fault, and tears streamed down my face as I ran.

The thought of Satoru with anyone else was unbearable. He was the only one who made me feel truly seen, truly loved. My sister knew nothing about him, about us. Would he even consider her? The possibility, the thought of it, twisted in my gut. I couldn't bear the idea of sharing him, of seeing him with someone else. Tears flowed freely, a never—ending torrent of despair. My mother's indifference only added to the pain. It felt like I was invisible, forgotten, and now Satoru was slipping away, too. A crushing weight of hopelessness descended, leaving me feeling useless, unwanted. I stumbled out of bed, wiping away the tears, my heart aching. My camera, usually a source of joy, now mocked me. How could I capture memories, when the most important one, the one with Satoru, was slipping through my fingers? The thought of him with another woman, of capturing their happiness instead of ours, was too much to bear.

With trembling hands, I reached for my camera, only to discover that my precious files had vanished. My eyes widened in horror, confirming my worst fears. Though I had diligently made backups and copies of it, I couldn't shake the gnawing concern over the missing originals. 

Suddenly, a piercing red light and incessant beeping from the camera jolted me. To my dismay, I realized the film was already gone. Panic surged through me as I recalled dropping the camera in the garden and before Satoru's friends. The thought of facing them at school tomorrow filled me with dread, uncertain of what consequences lay ahead.

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Though I tried to dismiss their scrutiny, their gazes pierced through my composure, leaving me uneasy. As I approached my table, I braced for something untoward, but all was still. My eyes widened as I cautiously peered beneath the table, only to be met with the sight of my missing film. Perplexed, I wondered how it had mysteriously made its way back to me. Had someone retrieved it and discreetly placed it here? If so, how did they know it belonged to me? With a cautious hand, I retrieved my film, tucking it safely within my bag, keen to avoid drawing undue attention. A wave of relief washed over me.

Though I'm still puzzled as to how my film went missing—

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THE MORNING LIGHT feels harsh, but I can't bring myself to face the day. My body aches with exhaustion, a heavy weight from the tears I spent all night shedding. My mind keeps replaying yesterday's scene, Satoru's laughter echoing in my ears as he bantered with my sister. The image stings, a sharp reminder of the pain that twists inside me. Why does it have to be her? I wouldn't care if he was happy with anyone else, but seeing him with my sister feels like a betrayal. She doesn't deserve him, I do. The thought of them together grates on my nerves, a constant, unwelcome itch that I can't scratch.

I shifted on my side, my hand brushing against something hard. It was my camera, lying right next to me. My mind raced back to the missing film roll. How did it end up under my desk? Has anyone already seen it? The thought lingered, leaving a nagging discomfort.

While my parents generally don't care for my decisions. My father remains particularly concerned for my well-being. Having experienced familial abandonment as a child, he is determined to prevent me from enduring a similar fate. He deeply cares for me as his daughter and prioritizes my happiness. Although his work schedule can sometimes limit our interactions, I appreciate his unwavering love and support.

Exhaustion pulled at my eyelids, urging me to succumb to slumber once more. However, a faint murmur of voices from below roused me from the brink of sleep, my eyes reluctantly springing back open.

The sound of their unbridled joy, even without me, pierced my heart. It felt like a fresh wound, even though I knew my father still loved me. He never forgot me; he’s probably working by now. I jumped off the bed, forcing myself to face the day and go to school. Why did it matter so much? But the truth is, I haven't gotten used to it. The thought of their happiness without me still aches in my chest.

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The descent down the stairs was a slow, deliberate process. Breakfast each morning felt like an uncomfortable performance, especially with my sister's present. I'd grown accustomed to waiting until they finished, retreating to a solitary corner of the kitchen to eat in peace. Their gaze, charged with an unspoken intensity, made me feel exposed, and I desperately wished to avoid it.

With each step down the stairs, their muffled voices grew louder, until one familiar voice pierced through the din. I halted, my eyes widening in recognition.

That's—

My mind raced with suspicion, but I dismissed it as paranoia. As I descended the stairs, my gaze fell upon my family in the living room. Amidst their laughter, I noticed a familiar figure standing next to my sister. It was him—the man I had once loved with all my heart. He sat close to her, their bodies almost touching.

Why?

Just why?

As Dad pivoted, his hand motioned me to eat my morning meal lest I be tardy for school. With trepidation, I approached him and took a seat next to him, my eyes evading the forlorn gaze of my sister. An inexplicable pang weighed heavily upon my heart.

“Meet my sister Toru, you might not want to argue with her— she gets moody sometimes~”As my sister's voice echoed her introduction, my grip on the spoon tightened. My eyes remained downcast, refusing to meet his gaze. Suddenly, a soft chuckle from Satoru filled the air, easing the tension that had enveloped my heart like a vise.

Despite the lingering pain from my sister's theft, i acknowledge that Satoru never belonged to me. It's a painful realization that weighs heavily on my heart. I'm a stranger to Satoru, oblivious to his existence. The urge to shed tears threatens to overwhelm me, but i summon my strength to hold them back, knowing it would be futile and self-destructive.

“I'm going now”My sudden departure startled my parents. Their eyes widened as i swiftly vacated your seat, leaving them speechless. I made a quick exit, ascending the stairs with a determined stride to gather my school supplies.

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 With defiant steps, you ascend the stairs, oblivious to the echoes of your mother's reprimands. Your heavy footfalls reverberated through the house as you resolutely made your way to the sanctuary of your room. The sound of her voice washed over you like hollow thunder, but it failed to penetrate the shield of anger you had erected around your heart.

“That girl! She never learns at all!”Your mother's voice rumbled, a guttural growl escaping her lips. A weighty sigh followed, burdened with unspoken emotions.

“Don't become like your sister!”With a subtle gesture, your mother directs her attention towards your sister. In response, your sister offers a slight nod before turning her gaze towards the gentleman seated beside her.

“Sorry about that— my sister is just having a bad day”

“......”

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A wave of anger washed over me. What had I done to deserve this? Why was everyone so determined to make my life difficult? This was the worst. The film was gone once, and whoever had taken it knew exactly what they were doing. I stormed through the school entrance, ignoring the curious stares of fellow students. My frustration was too intense to even consider the implications of my missing film.

I can't shake this uneasy feeling that haunts me. It worries me that my sister could exploit the situation for her own gain. I dread the thought of him perceiving me as a creep or an unworthy companion. My fervent desire is for him to see me as his protector, shielding him from harm. Unlike my sister, I have no ulterior motives. I'm here solely to safeguard him, yet he insists on going with her. It pains me to see him unaware of my sister's true intentions.

“(____) You're late..”As my teacher gestured for me to take my seat, I uttered an apologetic apology before complying. A lingering apprehension lingered within me, fueled by the unease that someone might have tampered with my workspace. To my relief, my fears proved unfounded; the surprise I had anticipated had vanished. Perhaps the perpetrator had reconsidered their mischievous intent. No, I'm probably wrong.

Despite being sisters, I am a month old my sister's. While her classroom was conveniently located on the lower floor, mine was situated near Satoru's. Though they were in close proximity, I had never observed them interact regularly, apart from the encounter in the garden. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a chance meeting or if there was an underlying reason for Satoru's presence in our home. Could my sister have invited him solely to provoke jealousy in me?

Growing up, my sister's behavior instilled a deep sense of envy within me. As children, she would request toys from our mother, who promptly indulged her wishes. Eager to engage with me, she would ask me to play. Though we were not close acquaintances, our youth prompted me to acquiesce. But, a fateful incident shattered my trust. One of her toys was damaged, and she unjustly accused me of it, knowing that my mother would not purchase a replacement for me. Unfortunately, my mother believed in her deceit, leaving me heartbroken and resentful.

My dad knew how poorly my mom treated me, so he bought me my own phone. It was a relief because my sister never let me borrow hers, not even for a minute. My dad felt bad, and wanted me to have something of my own. But then my sister got jealous and poured juice all over my new phone. It was destroyed, and I never got to use it.

Despite everything, I don't blame my dad. I understand he's busy with work, and I appreciate that he still cares for me. It's sad that my mom doesn't seem to feel the same way.

Lunchtime had arrived, yet the atmosphere remained stagnant. My classmates' unwavering gazes sent a shiver down my spine, despite their seeming innocence. While others sought sustenance during this break, I rarely indulged, preferring to listen to my body's whims. With my camera clutched firmly in hand, I ventured outside, my gaze scanning the verdant garden for Satoru's familiar figure. I moved cautiously, avoiding drawing attention to my presence. Stealth was crucial for my mission.

Wandering through the garden, I eagerly searched for Satoru, anticipating his arrival. Despite my initial apprehension of encountering him accompanied by my sister, my fears dissipated upon realizing he stood alone, immersed in the pages of a book. My heart fluttered with excitement as his solitary presence filled my gaze.

He remained oblivious to my presence, lost in the world of his reading. Seizing the moment, I cautiously raised my camera and captured his serene image. A smile involuntarily spread across my face as I admired his studious demeanor.

As I captured several shots of him, I prepared to leave. But, before I was fully content with my photographic endeavors, I turned to walk away when his voice reached my ears.

“Wait..(____)..”

My eyes widened in surprise as he uttered my name. The sound resonated through my being, my heart pounding with a mix of astonishment and unease. I had never divulged my identity to him, leaving me bewildered by his knowledge. Could my estranged sister have—?, despite her disdain for me? Yet, why would she speak of me in Satoru's presence, a man she held no real affection for? The realization shook me to my core, leaving me utterly unnerved.

“Were you taking photos.. just now..?”My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the severity of my mistake. I'd been so sure he hadn't noticed me, the click of the camera was barely audible, even to me. Yet, there he was, staring at me. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I desperately searched for a way to escape the situation. I felt like a complete creep, and all I could think about was how to explain myself. Thankfully, no one else witnessed my blunder, but the sheer embarrassment of it all left me speechless.

“I'm sorry if i made you feel uncomforta..— wait!”

In a flurry of embarrassment, I cut short his sentence and fled. Mortified to confront him, I was secretly thrilled that he had finally acknowledged my presence. He even uttered my name, eliciting an unquenchable smile. This time, I clutched my camera securely, determined to avoid the clumsiness that had haunted me earlier. I knew I had to remain vigilant and seize this newfound attention.

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The afternoon classes dragged on, and I found myself waiting patiently for him to finish studying and head home. The plan was simple: follow him, but this time, I needed to be invisible. I hoped he wouldn't catch a glimpse of me, so I kept a safe distance.

As expected, he soon emerged, making his way towards home. I waited a few moments, giving him a head start, hoping he wouldn't realize someone was trailing behind him. Despite my efforts, a nagging feeling persisted. What if he had noticed me? The thought lingered, an unsettling knot in my stomach. I tried to dismiss it, but the feeling wouldn't let go.

My heart jumped when he abruptly halted, and I instinctively ducked behind the wall, desperate to avoid detection. A wave of panic washed over me; I've made a very huge mistake. Fortunately, he seemed oblivious to my presence, resuming his walk and disappearing into his home, shutting the door behind him. Relief flooded me, and I let out a shaky sigh.

What was that...?

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Hundreds of photographs, each one a testament to his beauty and captivating presence, adorned the wall. I stood mesmerized, tracing my gaze across his different poses, each one a frozen moment of his life. He looked perfect, his handsome features illuminated by the light. There were few photos of him wearing his black glasses, a look I disliked intensely. It obscured his stunning blue eyes, the windows to his soul.

I had impulsively taken one of his black glasses. I knew he would be looking for it, but I couldn't bring myself to return it. It wasn't him, not the man I knew. I much preferred the image of him without the glasses, his true self shining through.

His face, his name, his belongings—they were everywhere, a constant reminder of his absence. I couldn't bring those things back to him, no matter how much I wished I could. Photos of him kept popping up, filling my mind with memories. I should be overwhelmed with grief, but something held me back. My sister wouldn't dare enter my room, knowing the state I might be in. My parents, too, stayed away. Their lack of presence felt like another kind of pain, a silent acknowledgement that they couldn't mend this brokenness.

I don't care

I don't fucking care!

Satoru is with me, his presence of comforting warmth. Knowing he was with me, I felt a deep sense of security. He had seen me, acknowledged me, and even knew my name. His love was a balm to my soul, easing my anxieties. Now, enveloped in a peaceful contentment, I crawled into bed, snuggling under the covers and surrendering to sleep.

(I love you..)

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“You seem to be in a good mood today..”

As your sister's voice echoed behind you, you remained unyielding in your silence. Her murmured words fell upon deaf ears, for you had long dismissed their significance. With unwavering resolve, you pressed on toward school, oblivious to all but the vivid image of Satoru filling your mind. A faint smile played across your lips as you strode away, lost in the depths of your thoughts.

His slightest words held the power to fill you with joy, even though you harbored a tinge of regret for abruptly leaving without bidding him farewell. The embarrassment of that moment still lingered, casting a shadow over your thoughts. You could not help but question your actions if you were to encounter him once more.

Upon arriving at school, you expected to find Satoru already present, considering his punctual nature. As you headed to your classroom, you discreetly glanced at his classroom. To your surprise, his bag was there, but he was nowhere to be seen. You speculated that he might be elsewhere in the building, perhaps in the lower floor.

You settled into your seat, reaching for your camera in your backpack. The film was spent, and you decided to replace it with a fresh roll. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice called out from behind, making you whip your head around to see who it was.

“You finally found your film!”Your classmate says.

“Huh?”You were confused.

“Uhm.. sorry.. i just guessed you were looking for it. Someone came in to give it back to you, but you already went home”Your classmate's explanation left you feeling confused. You couldn't quite figure out who had placed the object back under your table. Past experiences with classmates who had bullied and played pranks on you made you wary. You hoped this wasn't another trick.

“Who is this someone?”You ask. Eager to know who it was.

“I don't know his name.. but i know that he knows you.. i mean.. close to you?”Your confusion stems from a realization that you have never truly had friends. The lingering trust issues that permeate this school environment have hindered your ability to forge connections. Navigating this social landscape has proven to be an arduous journey for you.

“What.. does he look like?”You feel uneasy.

“Uh.. he had white hair.. and blue eyes..?”Her own words seemed to confuse even her own, but she'd carefully considered how to explain everything clearly to you. The realization hit you like a wave, widening your eyes and sending a jolt of fear through your heart. Your mouth went dry, the sudden silence echoing your shock.

“.......”

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I SHIFTED uneasily in my seat, anxiously glancing around. I could no longer conceal my embarrassment. The realization that Gojo had returned my film left me feeling crushed. Had he seen it? The photos? Would he start avoiding me now? Just the idea sent waves of frustration and sadness through me.

The class seemed to stretch on forever as i concentrated on the lessons. I'm not the type to zone out; I'm actively engaged in school, even if i don't have many friends. I tend to focus on myself more than anything else. As i diligently take notes, my teacher carries on with the discussion. The thought of Gojo crosses my mind, both worrying and comforting you at the same time. I wish i had the courage to confess my feelings to him, but i can’t shake the feeling that there are others out there who are better suited for him.

Yet i couldn't shake the image of him sitting next to a woman, particularly if that woman was someone i despised. Of all people, why did it have to be my sister?

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The class comes to an end, and my classmates begin gathering their belongings. As usual, i remain seated, allowing them to leave as i wait for Gojo to finish up in his classroom. The mere thought of seeing him again, even from a distance, brings a small smile to my lips; just the sight of him fills me with joy.

For what felt like an eternity, Gojo lingered in his classroom longer than usual. Had something happened? Had he left during school hours or perhaps even early? The idea of not seeing him again made my heart ache until i suddenly heard faint footsteps approaching.

I paused, jolted from my seat as i turn my head toward the door. My eyes widen as i see Gojo strolling by with his school bag slung over his shoulder. For a moment, my cheeks flush as i wait for him to walk past. As soon as he's gone, i quickly rise from my seat, grab my bag, and make my way outside the classroom.

As always, i trail him from a distance, moving quietly with each step. Gradually, i pull my camera from the pocket of my bag, raising it to capture a shot of him. With a soft click, i return the camera to its place and continue following him as he walks home, just to ensure he arrives safely.

As i return home, i set my bag down beside my bed. I reach into the bag for my camera and scroll through the images until i come across the photo of Gojo that i snapped earlier. A soft smile spreads across my face as i gaze at the picture. After a few minutes, I placed the camera on my nightstand and then let myself fall back onto the bed, unaware that I'm gradually drifting off to sleep.

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My eyes shot open to find my room shrouded in darkness. The only clear sight was the open window, through which a chill brushed against my legs and skin as i lay frozen in my bed. Paralyzed and speechless, i scanned the shadows surrounding me, feeling the weight of the night.

What is happening?

I can't move!

I attempted to wiggle a finger, forcing myself to take deep breaths to steady my nerves when, out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention.

The door to my room was left ajar, granting me the freedom to move. I exhaled a sigh of relief and rose from my bed, making my way outside. With a dry throat, i decided to get yourself a glass of water.

As i stroll down the lengthy corridor, darkness envelops me, making it nearly impossible to see. Suddenly, i notice a peculiar room ajar, with a flickering light spilling out from beneath the door. With a hint of apprehension, i approach the entrance, taking a few deep breaths before stepping inside.

Photos..

Photos..

Photos..

My eyes grew wide, and i found myself frozen in place. There it was: my photo. A snapshot from my childhood, captured during a vacation with my parents. Another captured the excitement of my first day of school, and yet another showed me in my room at home. As i gazed at the images arranged on the walls and boards, a chill coursed through me.

In a heartbeat, i reached up, my hands shaking as i pulled down the photos. I couldn’t quite grasp the situation, but something about it felt deeply unsettling. Who could have taken these pictures? As i continued to rip them down, a sudden chill ran through me as i heard faint footsteps approaching. Panic set in, and i desperately searched for a place to hide.

My eyes widened when i spotted a small, unremarkable bed. I rushed to it, quickly crawling underneath, acutely aware that the person would find me any second. Despite the looming threat, i clung to a flicker of hope that they wouldn’t. As i waited in the cramped space, the door creaked open, and i saw a pair of feet step inside. The person halted, pausing to notice the torn photos scattered on the floor. I mentally scolded myself for ripping them apart, convinced that my hiding place wouldn’t remain a secret for long.

I observe the enigmatic figure pacing around mockingly, seemingly aware of my presence and eager for i to emerge from the bed. Frustration gnaws at me as i grasp that this person is toying with me, their intentions all too clear and unmistakable. It feels as if they anticipated my every move.

“Come out..”

My hear their voice, low and foreboding, sending a chill through your entire body as your heart races uncontrollably. Paralyzed with fear, tears fill my eyes as a quiet whimper escapes my lips, only to be followed by the sound of a mocking chuckle. I gasp in terror as the figure approaches the bed.

Before i had a chance to breathe, a long blade shot out from beneath the bed, causing me to scream in terror as i scrambled backwards. The blade retracted briefly before lunging forward again, this time much nearer to me. I continued to scream as i crawled until my back pressed against the wall.

“Come out!”The voice rumbles ominously as i hesitate, a chill racing down my spine. This is it—i realize this person intends to kill me. Yet, i find yourself frozen in bed, paralyzed by fear, unable to move.

Tears fill my eyes.

“Come out.. (_____)”The voice changes, shifting to a gentle and comforting tone. I blink a few times, puzzled by the sudden shift. I wonder if this was merely a tactic to coax i out, only to betray me afterward. I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

“I'll repeat. Come out”

“I—..”

“COME OUT!”

“I-i.. I don't—”i words trail off abruptly as the mysterious person yanks the bed away, discarding it carelessly. Panic engulfs me, and tears begin to well in my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut, acutely aware that this feels like the end for me. Helpless, i can only cry in front of them. The figure remains still for a brief moment before kneeling down, their hand gently gliding across my cheek.

I jolted at the unexpected touch, my eyes squeezed shut while the person gently wiped away my tears. My heart raced, and i bit my bottom lip to steady yourself. A quiet sob escaped you as i sensed the person leaning in closer, their whispers brushing against my ear.

“Mine...”

My eyes flew open, my head darting from side to side as i gasped for breath, your heart racing in my chest as i tried to steady myself. It was only a dream.

Just a.. dream...

.....

There i lay, sprawled in bed, staring up at the ceiling as my classmates' words echoed in your mind. I couldn't help but think that Satoru must see me as a creep by now. 
Overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame, i decided to skip class for the day. Even if i take the whole week skipping classes, no one will even notice. My mom still dislikes you, and my dad is currently preoccupied; he'll be home this weekend.

I sank into my bed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. Rolling onto your side, i caught a faint sound drifting in from outside your house. Intrigued, i cautiously got out of bed and moved toward the window. As i peered out, my gaze was drawn to an unfamiliar car parked nearby.

What's that?

Noticeably parked near my residence, an unfamiliar car captures my attention. Suddenly, my sister emerges from the house, making her way towards the vehicle. As she approaches, a man emerges from the car, and i recognize his distinctively white hair. My eyes widen in surprise at the sight.

Why? Why...

Staring out the window with a clenched fist against the glass, mt teeth gritted in frustration. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as i ran a hand through my hair, turning away. Aching with hurt and betrayal, i pondered the cruel twist of fate. He had never belonged to me, a stranger to my very existence. Yet, why had my sister entangled herself with him? Me, who had first laid eyes upon him, were now left to witness her involvement with the one i had once desired. The injustice of the situation churned within me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

Rage simmered within me as i watched them disappear into the house. My sister. My own sister. Did she not know I'd skipped school? Or was this intentional, a cruel game to make me jealous? The thought sent a fresh wave of anger crashing over me. My teeth clenched, and a vow hardened in my chest: I wouldn't let her win. Not this time. Taking a step back from the window, i forced myself to breathe, the cool air doing little to calm the storm brewing inside you. Then, with purpose, I left my room.

The faint sound of giggles drifted up from the bottom of the stairs, drawing my attention. I crept down slowly, my footsteps light and silent, my head tilted towards the source of the sound. My sister's laughter grew louder as i descended, and i couldn't help but roll my eyes at the childish sound.

“You're really something else, you know that?”Gojo's voice, a familiar melody, sent a tremor through my chest. Captivated by its sheer presence, i descended the stairs, my gaze falling upon the scene unfolding below. 

“Am i now?”My sister, locked in an embrace with him, ignited a spark of irritation within me. Jealousy, sharp and stinging, pierced through my heart. How could she, of all people, be the one? My anger burned, an unwelcome guest in my soul.

I observe my sister intently as she begins to run her hands over him. Gojo's voice breaks the silence, releasing a low scoff, causing me to raise an eyebrow in response. My eyes widen slightly as i see her pressing her face against his neck, and i feel a darkening sensation in your gaze. I clench my fists, trying to restrain myself from intervening. I continue to watch as Gojo gently attempts to push her away for a brief moment.

“Wait—wait.. stop..”Gojo's words came out in a low mutter as my sister momentarily faltered, then resumed her progress. With a heavy sigh, Gojo rolled his eyes, then prodded her harder, causing her to stumble slightly. Her glare intensified as her eyes widened in annoyance.

“What the hell was that?!”As Gojo's eyes rolled upward in a gesture that could only be interpreted as mockery, my sister's voice echoed with a chorus of grievances.

“Oh, come on.. we're not even together”

“What—?!”

“You just wanted to make her jealous, right?”

“...”The silence pressed in around them, heavy and expectant. Gojo's smirk stretched wider, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips. He took a step forward, his movement mirroring the slight retreat of my sister.

As he drew near, my sister momentarily held her breath, her gaze fixed on him. Then, with a gentle lean, he whispered a secret into her ear.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Her eyes flew open, lips parting to speak, but the words died in her throat. Gojo's cruel low of laughter echoed in the silence, his amusement clear. He leaned in, a hand settling on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, his mocking pout only deepening his amusement.

“I know that look...”

“You like me, huh?”