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It started out as simple interest.
I mean, how could he not be intrigued by you? He was worthless, some pathetic excuse for a man. He couldn’t even do anything on his own. Every last atom of his stupid self was useless, and you…
God, you were perfect! You were confident, and social, and just so pretty….
Ok, well, he was getting ahead of himself, of course. How could he compliment you? Of course, he meant every last bit of it. But complimenting someone perfect is like saying the trash stinks, that Enjin was blonde, and that Semiu was really gay. It was obvious, and didn’t need to be said out loud.
And that was why he had never approached you in his life. Granted, he couldn’t if someone didn’t tell him to, but also because he was so scared. What if he messed up? Stuttered over his words like he always did and looked like an idiot? There would be no coming back from that. Because then you’d know he was the useless, pathetic thing he already was and just knowing that would mean that you wouldn’t talk to him, acknowledge him, smile at him, with your perfect teeth and blush and……
Well. You just wouldn’t talk to him. And he couldn’t have that. So he never talked to you.
Worst came to worst, you’d look down on him. Laugh behind his back about how useless he was with the other cleaners. Remember all of the times he inevitably messed up and talk about it. Scowl at him like he was some bug you wanted to crush underneath your shoe, and watch as he cried and sobbed for you to— Oh. Oh no. Oh, this is bad.
He wasn’t going to dwell on that part much longer.
But let’s go back a bit, hm? Can’t be getting to the good part immediately, can we? How about all the way before he really, really obsesses over you? Yes, that sounds perfect.