𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ||𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭||

Stalker

Inhuman.

This is the only word that described how much Akaashi was obsessed with him.

His obsession grew steadily over the years.

And now Akaashi couldn't handle it anymore.

He couldn't even handle himself anymore.

He would cry himself to sleep, thinking about him.
He would refuse eating because of him.

He was his everything.

He was perfection.

He was Bokuto Koutarou.

He loved everything about him.

He loved his big eyes, his hair, his body, but more than anything he loved his smile.

He wanted for Bokuto to smile for him, but he knew it was impossible.

Because Bokuto didn't know him.

Akaashi knew every single thing about Bokuto, yet Bokuto had no idea a person by the name Akaashi Keiji even existed.

And it hurt him.

But even if he did, he still wanted Bokuto all to himself.

Akaashi's obsession had 8 stages.

What happened when he reached stage 8?

~~~
It all started with a photo.

Akaashi Keiji is a photographer.

He liked capturing shots of nature and taking pictures of people in town.

It just so happened that one time, when taking a photo of a sakura tree in a distance, he caught a figure underneath it.

And that was Bokuto.

He was standing under the sakura tree, looking into the distance, his eyes shining.

Akaashi instantly fell in love, he looked at the photo everyday, he even made copies of it and framed it, put it on his wall. He kept one in his wallet too, hoping to see the mystery figure again.

He couldn't help, but hope that he will meet him again.

The photo soon became a cover picture of a magazine. But all Akaashi could see was not the majestic sakura tree and it's petals, flying through the air, it was Bokuto.

Bokuto just happened to be walking under the tree at that time. He was looking somewhere, sakura petals stuck in his hair, hands in his coats pockets, white shirt, black jeans.

He looked like a model, even though he wasn't one.

But the most piercing thing about his appearance was his smile.

This was the first time when Akaashi saw Bokuto's smile.

It made him feel weird inside, it made him want to see him one more time, maybe become friends and talk all day long.

But unfortunately, he didn't even know the name of this mystery man...yet

~~~

Magazines.

Loads and loads of magazines, all around Akaashi's room.

He was searching.

He needed to find out who the mystery man was.

He bought all the possible magazines about fashion and cooking, some about cars and nature.

And yet, he wasn't anywhere to be found.