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?

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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.

Just when he thought that he found him in one of the magazines, he saw that he was wrong.

They just had similar haircuts.

Damnit.

~~~

Social Media.

Akaashi stumbled upon a nature blog on tumblr.

And there he was.

Sitting on the rock, looking into the distance.

Akaashi's eyes sparkled as he went through all the photos, saving them in his computer.

He made sure to print them all and put it on his wall. Gosh, he could sit and look at his wall for hours now.

Bokuto was everywhere.

He even zoomed in on some photos, just to have a pic of Bokuto's eyes or hands.

He started counting how many photos he had now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ten.

Twenty.

Fifty.

Hundred.

A hundred and sixty eight.

He needed more.

He wanted more.

~~~

Akaashi saw him again.

He was walking around the town, taking pictures of random plants, smiling like an idiot.

Akaashi took out his camera and started snapping pictures like a sneaky paparazzi he is.

Bokuto didn't even notice, hell, he didn't even know that Akaashi existed.

This thought made Akaashi a bit sad.

A weird feeling in his stomach was telling him to go and talk to Bokuto, but he brushed it off.

As long as he can see Bokuto happy like this, he is happy too.

No one shall hurt Bokuto.

~~~

He started filming him.

At first they were just short videos. About 3-6 seconds.

But now Akaashi followed him around town, filming him.

He knew where he lived. He knew all his family and his friends.

He knew what he liked.

He knew his hobbies.

He even knew all his birthmarks.

He became more than obsessed.

He started having weird dreams at night about Bokuto. Akaashi would wake up in the middle of the night, crying for some reason.

He would see Bokuto with his friends which made him sorta mad, he wanted Bokuto to pay attention to him, yet don't know about him at the same time.

Akaashi didn't even know what he wanted himself anymore.

~~~

He started watching him.

Akaashi decided one time that he will just reach his house at night and see if he can see Bokuto.

To his luck, Bokuto's bedroom's window was opened and he could see Bokuto easily. He could even sneak inside, but he held back...for the first time.

The next time Akaashi went to his house, he sneaked inside.

He spent 6 hours just watching him sleep.

Night after night he started getting closer and closer and soon he would practically sit on the bed next to Bokuto, watching him sleep.

He looked ao peaceful and innocent as if he wasn't playing with Akaashi's heart.

~~~

Akaashi couldn't stand it anymore.

This was the last drop.

One day, as many others, he was stalking Bokuto, but this time he was out with his "friend" Kuroo.

When Akaashi saw how Bokuto smiled at him, how he laughed at his joke, how he hugged him - he wanted to explode from all the jealousy.

But then Bokuto gave Kuroo a small peck on his cheek.

Akaashi felt how hard he clenched his fists.

So hard that he broke his camera and his hands started bleeding.

That night he went to Bokuto's house again.

He saw him and Kuroo in one bed.

He had to hold back from chocking Kuroo to death.

...

Death?

~~~

He had a plan.

He knew what he had to do to make Bokuto only smile for him.

That's what every sane person would do, right?

He sneaked into Bokuto's house after Bokuto fell asleep.

He managed to mix Bokuto's medicine with sleeping pills before he went to sleep.

Akaashi wasn't weak, he picked Bokuto up and carried him to his car.

He drove him to his place and carried him to his room.

To the same room which walls were covered in Bokuto's pictures.

He tied him to a chair and sat in front of him, waiting till he wakes up.

About 5 hours later he did...

"H-Huh?! Where am I?" Bokuto asked, panicking.

"Oh... Don't worry, Bokuto-san. Everything is alright" Akaashi said as he stood up.

Bokuto wasn't smiling.

Why wasn't he smiling?

Wasn't he happy to see Akaashi?

"Let me go!" Bokuto screamed. "Let me go, you weirdo!"

Akaashi gulped.

"Weirdo?"

"Are you going to rape me? Why did you kidnap me?"

Akaashi looked at the stressed and scared Bokuto.

This wasn't the Bokuto that he knew.

It wasn't the happy-go-lucky Bokuto he knew.

He didn't want this Bokuto.

Yet, again, he didn't want anyone to have Bokuto.

He belongs to him.
And him only.

Akaashi grabbed a knife and stabbed Bokuto right into the stomach.

"No one will have you"

He pulled the knife out and watched as Bokuto cried in pain.

This was even better than him smiling.

He stabbed him again.

"You belong to me"

And again, and again, and again.
Blood was dripping on the floor as Akaashi kept stabbing Bokuto, laughing like a maniac as he did that.

He kept screaming "you are mine!".

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...

...

"Now, no one will have you, Bokuto-san. We will be together forever" Akaashi said as he placed Bokuto's head on his shelf. He made sure comb his hair, before he put it there.

On the shelf, right in front of his bed.

Akaashi placed his lips on Bokuto's, feeling only coldness.

"Together...forever..."

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I'm great xD
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-Hatari