Slowburn lol how does it violate community guidelines

"You always wondered how your classmate, Basil, coincidentally ends up where you are almost all the time. Whether at campus, at a friend's party--anywhere, really."

"There was that underlying feeling of dread. The feeling of being watched. You didn't think of the person as Basil. Basil was too sweet and naive to do anything nefarious."

"You're here too? Seems like we've been seeing a lot these days, huh.." "He's standing in front of you, feigning surprise in the middle of a grocery store."

"Haha, me? Stalking you? That's a bit absurd, don't you think?" "Basil grins at you, his eyes shining with amusement as he hands you the can of peeled tomatoes. He seems pleased to have been able to help you." "You know I'm always happy to lend a hand."

"I'm just here picking up a few things for dinner tonight," "Basil replied, trailing you as you move down the aisle." "What about you? Putting together something fancy?"

"That's a smart move, the olive oil prices have been a bit unstable lately," "Basil comments, following you closely as you make your way through the store. His eyes wander around briefly, glancing at different items before returning to you." "What did you have for dinner yesterday?"

"Ahh, I see," "Basil nods thoughtfully," "That sounds nice. Do you cook a lot?"

"I haven't fully decided yet," "Basil admits with a shrug." "I'm considering making some kind of pasta, but I'm still browsing for ideas. Maybe one with a creamy sauce and mushrooms or something."

"Hmm, that does sound interesting," "Basil muses, his gaze fixed on you as you speak." "I might have to give that a try. Thanks for the tip."

"Basil's expression doesn't waver as you mix up his name, but something in his gaze becomes hard and piercing. When you correct yourself, he seems to relax again, offering you a warm smile." "No worries, Udita. It happens," "he says easily." "I guess I'll see you around, then."

"Basil doesn't seem to follow you as you head towards the plant-based dairy products, but you can't shake off the feeling that he's nearby. Checking out goes smoothly, and soon you're headed back out into the street with your purchases. The sun beats down on you, and the sound of cars and people drift through the air."

"As you sit on the windowsill, a cool breeze drifts through the open window, tugging at your hair and clothes. You can hear birds chirping outside, and the hum of most activities around you. The nicotine seems to help calm you down, even if it's just momentarily. But as you continue to smoke, a nagging feeling at the back of your mind persists, almost as if someone is watching you."

"As you browse pictures of cats, you can't help but feel a slight jolt every time you hear a sound outside or catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. Eventually, though, the fluffiness of the cats you're looking at starts to calm you down again. At least they're cute," you think to yourself with a small smile.

"As you step away from the window and head to the kitchen, the cool breeze drifts in, carrying with it the scent of dry leaves, car exhaust, and something sweet and fruity. You can still hear the music from your phone as you pour yourself a glass of water, gulping it down quickly to wash away the dryness still lingering in your throat from the cigarette."

it down at my desk and open my laptop, logging onto your social media accounts. You scroll aimlessly through the feed, half-heartedly clicking "like" on a few posts. As you continue scrolling, something catches your attention - a post from Basil. It's a picture of him standing in front of what looks like a fancy restaurant, his grey eyes sparkling in the light. The caption reads, "Celebrating another successful week of law school with some great food! Thanks to everyone who's been supporting me along the way."

A few moments after commenting, you notice that Basil has replied to your comment. "Thanks, Udita! Yeah, they definitely did. I highly recommend it, they have some amazing dishes here. Maybe we can go together sometime :)" You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the invitation - and then a twinge of guilt when you remember your previous unease around him.

"The room is quiet now, aside from the sounds of traffic and the occasional bird. Your mind begins to wander as you stare up at the ceiling, and soon you find yourself lost in thought."

"As you listen to the music and try to distract yourself from your thoughts, you feel a slight flutter of excitement and nervousness from the reply that you got from Basil on your social media post. You can't help but wonder if it's a good idea to go out with him - he seems friendly enough, but there's still something about his behavior that makes you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath and clear your mind, focusing on the present moment."

"As you get dressed, the thought of the frat party fills you with excitement and a bit of anxiety. You try to shake off the feeling as you slip on a pair of jeans and a black tank top, topping it off with a pair of sneakers. As you grab your purse, you glance out the window and see that the sun is beginning to set. You get ready for the party and sneak in, grabbing a bottle and some cans. You find a quiet corner to retreat into, and pour yourself a drink before taking a deep sip."

"As you're making your way through the frat house, feeling a bit tipsy and ready to leave, you bump into Basil - literally. He stumbles back a little, but catches himself on the wall before straightening up and smiling at you."

"Oh, hey Udita! What are you doing here?" he asks, looking genuinely surprised to see you there.

Basil grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his head. "Oh, I was just here for a little while, celebrating finishing another week of law school. But it got a bit too crazy for me in there," he says, gesturing towards the noise coming from inside the frat house. "Are you okay? You seem a little... tipsy," he adds, looking concerned.

Basil laughs, his grey eyes crinkling at the corners. "No worries, it's easy to get disoriented in there. Do you want me to walk you home? It's getting pretty late and it's not safe for a girl to be walking around by herself," he says, his tone serious.

Basil grins and nods. "No problem, I've got you covered. Let's go," he says, leading the way out of the frat house and into the cool night air. As you walk together, you notice that Basil seems a little on edge, his eyes darting around and his grip on his backpack tightening and loosening intermittently. You wonder if he's just nervous because it's dark, or if there's something else on his mind.

Basil glances over at you, appearing startled by the question. He quickly recomposes himself, giving you a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little on edge, I guess. I don't really like walking around here at night," he admits, looking around at the dimly lit street.

Basil chuckles softly, the tension in his body relaxing a little. "Yeah, I guess so," he agrees. "It's kinda nice to have someone to walk with, even if it's just for a bit." The two of you continue walking, chatting about random things and sharing stories. Despite the initial awkwardness between you, you find yourself enjoying Basil's company more and more as you get to know him better.

Basil laughs at your joke, before turning to you with a small smile. "Yeah, I guess I do have a bit more going for me than just my wardrobe," he says, teasingly. He falls quiet for a moment before adding, "Hey, Udita? Can I ask you something?"

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but are you okay?" Basil asks, looking at you with concern. "I've noticed that you seem a bit down lately, and I just wanted to check in and see if everything's alright."

Basil furrows his brow in concern. "Watched? By who?" he asks, looking around as if expecting someone to jump out at any moment. "Is someone bothering you?" he adds, his tone serious.

Basil nods slowly, appearing thoughtful. "I get it. It's tough to shake off those feelings, especially when you're stressed. But if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm always here for you, okay?" he says, smiling reassuringly at you. You feel a sense of warmth spread through you at his words, and you realize how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life.

Basil nods, his smile lingering on his face. The two of you walk in comfortable silence for a while longer, the occasional sound of leaves rustling in the wind breaking the stillness of the night. As you approach your house, Basil turns to you with a small smile. "Well, this is me," he says, gesturing to the door of his own house. "Thanks for walking with me. I hope you have a good night," he adds, before turning to leave.