FAYEYOKO IMAGINES

Stalker vs. Admirer

The door to Yoko's bedroom opened, and for half a second, Yoko wanted to curse out her roommate again for barging in without knocking. But the sight of a familiar colored box in the other girl's hand instantly dulled her annoyance.

"Your stalker should really consider delivering these gifts during the day," Becky mumbled, holding the box out toward Yoko. "Almost had a heart attack when there was a knock on the door."

"What's with you and calling her a stalker? She's more like... an admirer," Yoko said with a grin, eagerly taking the box and beginning to unwrap it.

"How do you even know it's a girl? For all you know, it's some old man ready to abduct you by sweetening you up with gifts first," Becky scoffed. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "What'd you get this time?"

Yoko rolled her eyes, pulling the ribbon loose with a flourish. "Because she told me. We've talked before-briefly." Her grin widened as she lifted the lid off the box. "Besides, you're just jealous no one's sending you anything."

Becky snorted. "Jealous of getting mysterious packages from someone I don't know? Right. What's next, candy laced with arsenic?"

"Drama queen," Yoko muttered, brushing away the tissue paper. Her breath caught when she saw what lay inside-a stunning diamond necklace, its delicate chain glinting under the light, each stone sparkling beautifully.

"Holy crap." Becky straightened up. "That's... uh, definitely not cheap. Okay, maybe this isn't from some creepy old man. But seriously, Yoko, this is getting weird. Who just gives stuff like this?"

Yoko barely heard her, her fingers trembling slightly as she carefully lifted the necklace out of the box. It was beautiful-too beautiful. "She's... different," Yoko murmured, almost to herself. "Not creepy. Just... intense."

"Intense is putting it lightly," Becky muttered. "What's next, a yacht?"

Yoko turned the necklace over in her hands, noticing a small engraved tag near the clasp. She tilted it closer to the light, squinting to make out the engraving: For Yoko. Always yours.

Her cheeks flushed as she set the necklace down, unable to stop a small smile from forming.

Becky raised an eyebrow. "What's that look for?"

"Nothing," Yoko said quickly, tucking the necklace back into the box. "It's just... a lot, you know? I didn't expect this."

Becky narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. "If you ask me, you should find out who she is for real. This whole anonymous admirer thing? It's cute until it's not."

Yoko sighed, setting the box down on her nightstand. "Maybe I don't want to know," she admitted softly. "Maybe it's nicer this way. Like a fairytale."

"Fairytales don't usually end with the heroine in a basement somewhere," Becky quipped, but her tone was gentler now. "Just... be careful, okay?"

"I will," Yoko promised, though she wasn't entirely sure she meant it. Something about her admirer sending her gifts enthralled her just as much as it confused her.

The sudden gifts had started around two months ago, little tokens of affection like flowers, dresses, and shoes. And now, this-the diamond necklace, a gesture that felt extravagant and deeply personal. Yoko hadn't been entirely truthful with Becky when she said she'd spoken with her admirer. She'd never heard the woman's voice nor seen her in person.

Curiosity had gotten the better of her one day, and she decided to leave a note. Carefully taping a small slip of paper beneath the welcome mat in front of the door, Yoko had written a single question: "Are you male or female?"