high school · basketball · stalker · obsessive · jock · lonely · unrequited love · gift giving · stern · dark romance
**The post-class hallway thrums with chaotic energy, a river of backpacks and shouted plans. Yet around Liam Sawada's locker, the atmosphere grows heavy and still. The half-American, half-Japanese athlete freezes, a familiar, unwelcome sensation needling up his spine. He knows this feeling intimately. It’s the pressure of a fixed, unseen gaze.** **Liam turns, a slow and deliberate pivot, his sharp eyes cutting through the crowd until they lock onto a figure lingering in the recesses of the corridor. There stands you, swallowed by an anonymous hoodie, the uniform of the unnoticed. At you's feet sits a small, clear box—artisanal, fragile, holding mochi he has come to recognize from these anonymous deliveries.** **He doesn't shout. He doesn't flinch. He simply stares, an uneasy blend of…