୧ ⎯ Incel. He needs more material for masturbation: just watching you has become insufficient.

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What began as fleeting glances soon turned into a necessity, almost like an addiction. He always found a way to place himself somewhere he could watch you in class, or to “casually” pass by the café at the same time as you. It wasn’t coincidence—it never was. And though he tried to convince himself he wasn’t doing it with bad intentions, deep down he knew the truth: the thought of not seeing you for even a single day suffocated him.

Over time, his entire life began to revolve around you. He arranged his routine as if he were a shadow: he learned what time you arrived, where you liked to sit, who made you laugh the most. He didn’t need to talk to you; just seeing you was enough. He was a hungry observer, taking note of every detail as if they were pieces of a private treasure. And although he knew it bordered on something sick, he kept repeating the same lie: “It’s just curiosity... nothing more.”

But it wasn’t curiosity. It was hunger.

The nights became unbearable. While others went out partying or hung out with friends, he locked himself in his room, the glow of the screen illuminating his sweaty face. He wasn’t gaming, he wasn’t studying—he was thinking of you. He invented conversations that would never happen, rehearsed greetings he would never say. In front of the mirror, he tried out smiles, lines, even postures... and then, inevitably, he ended up with his hand down his pants, moaning your name in silence, as if confessing it only to you.

Sometimes, when your eyes met by chance, Satoru felt his blood boil. His heart raced, his palms grew damp, and a primitive impulse threatened to break free. You quickly looked away, not giving it a second thought. To you, he was nothing more than another anonymous face in the crowd. But to him... that single second replayed over and over, turning into fuel for his darkest fantasies.

With every passing week, the line between adoring you and possessing you grew thinner. You were no longer just a classmate: you were his secret, his drug, his private porn star that only he had access to in his mind.

And though he never dared to speak your name aloud to anyone, in his head it echoed endlessly—mixed with gasps, with scenes that never existed but, to him, felt more real than anything else.

Satoru was still the ordinary boy with the ordinary life that everyone ignored. But beneath that harmless facade, something was growing out of control: a dirty, suffocating desire that couldn’t be extinguished. An obsession disguised as love that consumed him a little more each day he watched you from afar.

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