Hugo leaned against the door of his room, taking deep breaths to calm the storm in his chest.
His brain was running faster than a hamster on a wheel, spinning out some of the craziest scenarios. 'What if Lily turns into one of those yandere girls from anime?'
He had watched his fair share of anime to know that obsessed was usually not the right word.
It often held deeper, more sinister implications.
He could already picture it: her following him everywhere, popping out from behind lockers, whispering, "You're mine forever, Hugo," with a creepy smile.
He shuddered.
'She'd probably kidnap me, tie me to a chair, and feed me spaghetti while glaring at me like I was the pasta thief of the century. Heck, she probably wouldn't allow me to see the sunlight for six years!'
"Get it together, Hugo," he muttered, shaking his head. 'Focus! The real problem isn't yanderes or pasta—it's the system mission.'
