Yuna's pov
Mimo smiled at me, “Yeah, I'm glad to be here too." I nodded, “It's so great to see my favorite niece & nephew!" Takanori chuckled, “Yeah." He got up, “I need to go use the restroom, excuse me." Mimo leaned in close to me as soon as he left, "Yuna-sama! I fear for Taka-chan!"
I cocked an eyebrow at her, “Why? Is he in any type of danger?"
She bit onto her lower lip, “I'm not sure. He's talking to people who aren't there. He's screaming at people who he claims are watching him, but I can't see anybody. Sometimes I watch him, observe his mind in a way. When he doesn't know that is. I watch him, I found out, he thinks someone is stalking him."
I tensed up, oh god.
She continued on, speaking faster, “He thinks a man named Akira is following him. There is no such man. This morning, he told me that someone had recked the kitchen, but since I was the first one in it, I was able to see what it looked like. It was perfectly clean. He may have imagined a messy kitchen. I don't know what to do! He's mentally ill!"
I nodded, “We need to put him somewhere safe. Somewhere he'll get the help he needs." The sound of a toilet flushing drew us away from our conversation. Takanori walked in, “Hey guys. I'm back. So what were two talking about?" Mimo laughed & waved her hand, as if shooing away an invisible fly, “Oh nothing! Just girl stuff!"
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Stalked (boy x boy)
Short Story"Someone's following me. I know someone's following me!" Takanori thought while the foot steps got louder. His pace quickened as he felt breath upon his back. He whipped around to see no one. But is someone really following him? Or is he just imagin...
