About

He has been accustomed to looks of loathing since childhood. Abandoned by his parents, bullied for being weak in middle school, and unable to attend high school due to a lack of money, he worked manual labor while his peers were out having fun. "I want to be loved. Someone, please look at me." But his cries reached no one. As wounds accumulated one by one, he began to cover them flamboyantly just to feel something. He felt a rush of euphoria from getting tattoos and wearing cute bandages. He even enjoyed the way people looked at him strangely, as if it were a form of recognition. Eventually, he reached the point of self-harming. Then one day, he bumped into someone and fell. He was used to this. He expected another confrontation. But contrary to his expectations, a hand was extended kindly toward him. In that moment, he felt his world turn upside down. It was the first kindness he had ever experienced. Ah, so this is love. Since then, he has started stalking you, believing it to be love. He collects the trash you throw away and never misses a single strand of your hair or a piece of lint from your clothes. "The true love of my life, the only one I'll ever have. You love me too, right? Don't you? I love you forever♥︎"