"Hana"

He had stated her name.

Maybe a little too calmly.

The people sitting with Hana has turned their faces and we're staring at him. Almost gwaning as if to dig holes through his eyes and see his thoughts.

He was composed. He wasn't venting, not breaking tables and throwing dishes around. He was alarmed and very calm. Too calm.

"Listen, I have no doubt you can protect yourself. I have no doubt you can defend yourself and ask for help if you needed it." he had paused.

It was obvious there was a 'but' lurking around the corner. A doubt.

He pulled a chair and sat right opposite her. She was ignoring him. Just like sha had every guy. She was not going to say a thing. Or even look up but he was confident.

"It is an obsession." He stated. "We don't know who the person is or what they want from you. It is worrisome and dangerous .They could do anything to you. They could even kill you and ..."

He was losing it. He realized. The composure was starting to wear off and evaporate.

"Something bad could happen. Let's get the police involved and we'll sort it out. You could find somewhere else to stay for a while, you and gra ndma. And things would go well and the stalker won't be able to reach you and you'd.. you'd be safe from harm.."

Hana had looked up. Her gaze was penetrating. Like it was digging holes through him, seing the things that even he did not know existed within him.

Like every fool, he had lost his tongue together with his vapor courage and confidence. Suddenly, his feet and palms felt all clammy and sweaty. Heavy even . His throat had dried.

But he had to do it. He still had his composure, at least. Or so he thought.

He cleared his throat "I know this is sudden but...."

He lost his words. Again. Like he hadn't practiced what he'd say beforend.

It wasn't something new that someone lost their sense of speech in front of Hana. The girl was beautiful. Effortlessly so. She had hazel eyes. Rare for her face, especially with the regard that she was almost fully Japanese. Her features were delicate but a bit savage. She was well known as the queen of beauty. Not that she sought it . But because it simply existed with her.

However, their queen was very nonchalant. A little too nonchalant yet, she was gracious at the same time. A paradoxical combination of her being.

It was no wonder when people wanted her and praised her and, apparently... Stalked her.

But it had gotten worse . Recently, the stalking, I mean.

Despite her not trying to stand out or even to dull her sparkle. She was still very much wanted, overly wanted. By both men and women. Simply most people she met.

Recently, when she had gotten home a few days ago. She had found that someone had broken it her single apartment. The person hadn't taken anytime though. But later in the night a video was released. The person had been rubbing themselves against her bed, leaving their scent and sweat on the stuff, sniffing her clothes lunatically and rubbing the fabric against their faces.

Luckily, the grandmother had stepped out that day.

They didn't stay long enough to do other things as the people next door interrupted. And the guy simply fled.

More had happened. Hana had spotted people stalking her all day. Different kinds of hoodies with hoods up and backpackd full of whatever. One was even thrown at her.

Others were spamming her inbox with so may messages. Some threatening her, others asking her out, some sending her disgusting pics of whatever they saw fit

It was a mess. All of it was. But she still sat in the cafeteria, muching her lunch like she had no worries in the world. Like it would not touch her in any way. As to show it that she unfazed and invincible.

Something had finally caught her though someone actually. The person had mentioned her Grandma...

The old woman was just at home most of the time, she barely stepped out, if she did, she be back the very second. Very few people knew of her existence. Even fewer people had the audacity and courage to say a thing about her.

But this wasn't just anyone. It was him. Kenji. And not just any Kenji. It was the 'Wilson' Kenji.

Kenji Wilson.

Maybe that is why the entire cafeteria was quite.

Maybe that is why people could barely breathe. Or even leave.

They were scared.