His heart, My prison.

Chapter IX

The strange notes only continued to appear, however since the intrude via Gojo- they were not the same. The sweetness now laced with a hint of danger and sketch, as the person behind the words had now become more bold with their choosing of words. Still, they remained anonymous.

The locations of the notes grew peculiar, and alarming- even. The latest was tucked swiftly inside your pillowcase; how it got there, you could not imagine. The messages had evolved from a simple poem, to something that made your pulse race.

"I can't stand not having you as mine."

Albeit your curiosity had gotten the best of you previously, you were growing more afraid of what the messages entailed. You dismissed them, thinking the person would get bored or finally leave you alone. Besides, Gojo's recent conversation lingered in your mind- his warning about 'hidden intentions' and 'pretty words' haunted you more than you'd feel comfortable admitting.

You strode the campus after a gruelling day of training, the unease in the air felt particularly prominent. It was heavy, in a way. Still, you chalked it up to the trick of your mind. The progress you were making was prominent, it made you feel proud of yourself and your capabilities- however it still felt as if something of the sort was missing, a chunk of you that is yet to be discovered. Gojo did not train you today, as he was busy with other affairs he deemed more important- your classmates indeed put up an incredible fight. It only motivated you to improve more and level up to them. Especially as Megumi had finally been released from the hospital.

It was then, an unnatural current of wind violently almost swept you off your feet, blinding you, as you let out a small shriek. You regained your balance, scanning your surroundings slowly to find an explanation to such a phenomenon. 

"What the?!" You exclaimed, looking in your palm to be met with a sheet of paper.

"I'm closer than you think. Watching every step, every glance. You look lovely tonight." The note made your mouth run dry. The words felt like a whisper against your neck, making your heart pound

The words were not inviting, nor wholesome as they once were. This note was downright disturbing, and how the person even got it to you made you shiver even to think about. Like a plague, a wash of fright rippled throughout your chest. 

The unease inside you was no longer a silenced murmur, but a deafening roar that was amplified by the ominous quiet that surrounded your figure. The note crumpled slightly under your tightening grip as if your hand could crush the unsettling weight of the words. You scanned your surroundings again, every shadow suddenly sharper, every sound amplified to an unbearable intensity. The once-familiar campus pathways now felt like a labyrinth, designed to keep you trapped.

Your mind raced. Who could be doing this? Was it someone you knew, someone close? Or a stranger lurking, waiting, watching? You quickened your pace, your steps echoing against the cobblestones, the rhythmic tapping a soundtrack to your mounting anxiety.

As you reached your dorm room, you wasted no time locking the door behind you. The click of the lock felt reassuring, though it was little more than a flimsy barrier between you and whoever had managed to slip into your world so effortlessly. You dropped the note onto your desk as if putting physical distance between it and yourself might diminish make whoever behind them vanish.

Leaning back against the door, you forced yourself to take slow, deep breaths. Calm down. Don't let them get to you. But as much as you tried to dismiss it, the creeping thought remained: If they got this close, what's stopping them from going further?