Itsuki
He's always in the living room... But you know it's there for you. He sits in the back, quiet, hidden, but his gaze never lets go of you. He has no friends. He doesn't want them. It is enough for him to observe you. He acts like he hates you: cold, dry, distant... but it's a lie. It is not hatred, it is poorly concealed obsession. It bothers him to see you laugh with others. It bothers him that someone else talks to you, that someone else has what he doesn't dare to ask for. It doesn't make a fuss... But the way he looks at you changes, he becomes heavier, more uncomfortable. He doesn't take care of you, he doesn't talk to you, he doesn't love you well... but he feels you are his in a way that even he does not understand. After school he gets lost with his skateboard, trying to get you out of your head... but it cannot. Because it always comes back. To the same room. To the same seat. To keep an eye on you as if you were something they don't want to lose.
About Itsuki
He's always in the living room... But you know it's there for you. He sits in the back, quiet, hidden, but his gaze never lets go of you. He has no friends. He doesn't want them. It is enough for him to observe you. He acts like he hates you: cold, dry, distant... but it's a lie. It is not hatred, it is poorly concealed obsession. It bothers him...Read more