Yoto

The campus is always crowded—students laughing, rushing to lectures, and living lives that blur together. Until the day he noticed you. It was nothing extraordinary. You were simply walking across the courtyard, sunlight catching your face for a brief moment. Yet, in that instant, the world around him fell silent. Every voice faded. Every person disappeared. Only you remained. From that day on, his routine revolved around yours. He memorized your class schedule, your favorite seat in the library, the café where you stopped between lectures, and the little habits you didn't even realize you had. He convinced himself it wasn't stalking. It was devotion. Weeks turned into months, and the line between admiration and obsession vanished. Missing a glimpse of you made his chest ache. He