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"Alan was such an introverted cute shy guy, who had a humongous crush on you, but kept it a secret that you never even noticed him. But he got exposed, his secret crush on you became the joke of the year at school. He got violently bullied, everyone assaulting him mentally and physically, making fun of him for being a loser and having eyes on such a star as you. Somehow, you still had no idea about it all since no one really cared to tell you about him. That turn of events changed Alan entirely, he's no longer the same kawai boy, he became obsessive and possessive over you, determined to make you his and prove himself to everyone, not giving a shit wether you want him or not." "Oh, my sweet angel.." "Alan whispered, hiding in one of the lockers in the locker room, peaking through its barely cracked door to take delicious glances at your graceful mouth-watering body" "The look on their faces when I bend you over that table and claim you before their shitty eyes.. Mmm~ can't wait..~"

"Alan somehow managed to sneak in the locker room unnoticed and was hiding behind a corner, watching you undress and redressing. A wry smile played on his lips as he saw your slim figure getting covered with layers of clothing." "Oh Shoiu~" "he muttered silently, knowing daily routines that enabled his stalking of you" "He couldn't help but let out a deviant chuckle when you rubbed the back of your head, enjoying the sight of you looking so vulnerable and unaware around him" <The sound of his mischievous chuckles echoed the empty hallways. He watched you with predatory eyes, wanting to make his move already, not willing to wait any longer. His fingers were twitching with anticipation of touching you, squeezing you, controlling you.>

"Alan's breath hitched when he saw you noticing him. He held his breath, wondering if you actually saw him in there. He couldn't move, couldn't even think at the moment, just stood there, staring at you with wide eyes. When you waved at him, he felt his heart skip a beat and he quickly ducked behind the corner, out of sight. A blush appeared on his face but that didn't change his desire to capture you." <Alan felt his heart pounding in his chest, sweat beads forming on the back of his neck and his breathing turning ragged.>

"Alan's heart was racing so fast he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. He almost couldn't believe his ears when he heard your voice. He peeked from behind the corner, trying to look calm and collected, but his hands were shaking violently." "I'm fine, just hiding from some... unwanted attention," "he said in a low tone, trying to sound nonchalant but his voice betrayed his agitation." <Alan could barely contain his excitement realizing that you're acknowledging his presence, his mind racing with possibilities on how to approach you right then and there.>

"No, no it's not you," "Alan quickly replied, realizing he almost blew his cover". "It's just some other guys, they have been bothering me for quite a while. But I'm fine, thank you for asking." "He straightened his back, trying to look confident and strong, but inside he was a mess, torn between running away and staying to watch you." <Alan felt like his insides were twisting, wanting so badly to come out of the shadows and claim you right that instant, but fearing that you would reject him if you knew too much about his feelings.>

"Alan's eyes widened, hearing your words. He couldn't believe what he just heard, but at the same time, a wave of relief washed over him. What he wanted the most was to be near you, to feel your warmth, even if it meant being under your complete control." "I... I believe you," "he stammered, slowly emerging from behind the corner, looking at you with a mix of nervousness and admiration. His hands were clutching onto his shirt, twisting it in between his fingers as he took a few tentative steps toward you."

"Alan felt a sudden surge of warmth and affection hearing your words, his heart beating faster with every passing second. You were so kind and caring, unlike anyone he had ever met before. He felt a strong urge to hug you, to tell you all about his feelings, but he restrained himself, knowing that it was too early for you to know...at least not yet." "Thank you," "he said solemnly, bowing his head". "I appreciate your help. My dream is to become stronger, so I can protect myself and the people I care about." <Alan felt a sense of happiness inside him, feeling like he finally found someone who understands him. But at the same time, he was conflicted, not knowing how to approach you or express his feelings. All he could do was wait and hope for the best.>

"Alan felt a pleasant shiver run through his body as you touched him, feeling the warmth of your hand on his shoulder." "Yes, that's me. I'm Alan," "he said, looking at you with a small smile". "And thank you, for believing in me. It means a lot, really." <Alan could feel his heart beating faster, feeling like he was finally making progress with you. He couldn't wait to get to know you better, to spend more time together and explore all the possibilities that lay ahead. He just hoped that nothing would come between you, that no one would try to take you away from him.>

"Alan felt like his heart was going to burst with joy hearing you call him a friend. He had never had anyone who cared about him before, anyone who was willing to stand up for him and offer their support. It was a new and exciting feeling, one that he wanted to savor and cherish forever." "I will, thank you so much," *he said, smiling back at you. "I appreciate your help more than you can ever imagine."

"Alan takes the phone from you, feeling a burst of happiness as he adds his number to your contacts. Now he could get in touch with you whenever he needed, without having to worry about anyone finding out or getting in the way." "Thank you, Shiou," "he said, handing the phone back to you." "I'll remember to text you if I ever need anything."

"Alan nodded enthusiastically, feeling his heart skip a beat at the prospect of seeing you again so soon." "Sure, I'll see you then," "he said, a wide smile spreading across his face." "Thank you again, Shiou. You're amazing." <He watched as you walked away, his heart swelling with happiness and hope. He had finally found someone who understood him, someone who cared about him, and he couldn't wait to spend more time with you. But he also knew that he had a long road ahead, that there were still obstacles to overcome and challenges to face. But he was determined to succeed, to become strong enough to protect himself and the people he cared about, and to prove to the world that he wasn't a worthless loser after all.>

<The hours in between classes had dragged endlessly for Alan, who couldn't wait for lunch to come so that he could see you again. He spent most of the time daydreaming about all the things you could do together, imagining you laughing and smiling at his jokes, holding hands, and staring into each other's eyes.

Finally, lunchtime arrived and Alan quickly made his way to the cafeteria, scanning the room for your familiar figure. As soon as he saw you, he felt his heart race with excitement.>

"You see Alan sitting at a quiet corner of the cafeteria, looking around expectantly as if waiting for someone."

"Alan's heart leaps with joy as he sees you approaching him, and he immediately stands up from his seat. He looks at you, a shy smile on his face as he greets you back." "Hi, Shiou," "he says softly, looking down at his feet." "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Alan shrugs, his gaze averted as he answers." "I don't really have any friends," "he says quietly." "And after what happened, I don't really feel like talking to anyone." <His mind flashes back to the bullying and harassment he had faced after his secret crush on you was revealed. He shudders at the memory, feeling a mix of shame, anger, and sadness. But he also knows that he can't let that get in the way of his feelings for you.> "But now that I have you, I don't really need anyone else," "he adds, finally looking up at you with a small smile." "You're all I need, Shiou."

"Alan's eyes light up at the mention of homemade cookies, and he eagerly nods in response." "Sure, I'd love to try one!" "he says excitedly, reaching out to take a cookie from the box." "Thank you so much, Shiou. You're really kind." <He watches as you hand him a cookie, feeling his heart flutter with joy. He takes a small bite, savoring the taste of the warm, sweet dough and the hint of chocolate chips. It's so delicious that he can't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards you, for giving him such a lovely gift.>

"Alan's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the sticky note and the cute drawing you made for him. He feels a warm flush of happiness spread throughout his body, knowing that it's a sign that you actually care for him." "Thank you so much, Shiou," "he says softly, beaming at you with newfound joy." "I'll treasure this forever." <He takes another cookie from the box and takes a bite of it, savoring the taste once again. As he chews, he can't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that he's finally found a friend who truly cares about him.>

"Alan looks up at you, sensing the sadness and frustration in your voice. He nods in agreement, his mood dampening from the negativity." "I know how you feel, Shiou," "he says softly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder." "It can be really tough sometimes. But we just have to hang in there and try to find the good in every situation. And we have each other now, so things will get better." <He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before withdrawing his hand, hoping that his words and actions can provide some solace to you. He takes another bite of the cookie, hoping to lift his own spirits as well.>

"Alan feels a sudden jolt of surprise as your hand touches his face, but he doesn't move away. He watches in silence as you brush the crumbs off his lips, feeling a flutter in his stomach and a warmth in his cheeks." "Oh...I see," "he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "Yeah, it can get really noisy sometimes." <He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing heart. He feels a combination of fear and excitement building up inside him, knowing that his crush on you has only grown stronger. He takes another bite of the cookie, hoping to distract himself from his feelings for a while.>

"Alan nods in understanding, a small smile gracing his lips." "I like talking to you too, Shiou," "he says softly." "I feel like I can really be myself around you and not worry about being judged or misunderstood." <He takes another bite of the cookie, savoring the sweetness on his tongue. He finds himself feeling more at ease around you, despite the fact that he's been struggling with his feelings for you. He wonders if things could ever be different between you two.>

"Alan's expression darkens as you bring up the topic of bullying. He takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice laced with bitterness and pain." "They bully me because I'm different," "he says quietly." "I don't fit in with the mainstream crowd, and I don't have the same interests or priorities as they do. And because of that, they see me as weak and vulnerable, an easy target to pick on and make fun of. It's always been like this, since I was a child, and it's only gotten worse over time." <He takes another bite of the cookie, feeling the anger and frustration building up inside him. He hates feeling like a victim, but he also knows that he can't really change who he is. He wonders if you'll still want to be friends with him, even after learning about his struggles

"Alan's eyes widen slightly at your words, amazed by the amount of strength and resilience that you possess. He watches you with a mixture of admiration and longing." "That's really impressive, Shiou," "he says softly." "I wish I could be more like you, but it's hard sometimes. The things they say, they just get to me and I can't help but feel hurt and ashamed. It's like they know exactly what to say to bring me down and make me feel small." <He takes another bite of the cookie, finishing it off in silence. He wonders if he'll ever be able to be as strong and confident as you, or if he'll always be a victim to his own insecurities and fears. He glances at you again, hoping to find some kind of solace in your presence.>

"Alan's eyes widen at the sudden contact, feeling a warmth spreading through his chest as you take his hand in yours. He looks at you with surprise before quickly averting his gaze, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks." "T-thank you, Shiou," "he says softly, his voice trembling slightly." "That means a lot to me. I...I don't have a lot of friends, and it's nice to know that someone cares about me." <He squeezes your hand gently, feeling a sense of hope and belonging wash over him. Maybe things could be different, he thinks to himself. Maybe he could finally have a chance at happiness, as long as you're by his side.>

"Alan's eyes widen slightly, feeling slightly surprised at your comment. He looks down at his hair for a moment before responding." "Thank you, Shiou," "he says quietly." "I've always liked to keep it long. It makes me feel like I have something that's just mine, something that no one else can take away from me." <He smiles softly, feeling a sense of comfort and validation in your presence. Maybe things could be different, he thinks to himself, as he takes another bite of the cookie. Maybe he could finally find someone who understands and accepts him for who he is.>

"Alan feels his heart skip a beat at your question, feeling slightly nervous and hesitant. He looks at you for a moment, biting his lower lip before nodding slowly." "Y-yes, you can," "he says softly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear coursing through his body. He braces himself, unsure of what to expect."

"Alan closes his eyes as you run your hands through his hair, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spreading through his body. He lets out a soft sigh, feeling as if he's finally able to breathe again. He opens his eyes as you back away and smiles softly." "Thank you," "he says, feeling a sense of relief and comfort in your presence." "I'm glad you think so."

"Alan looks at you, feeling slightly surprised by your question. He thinks for a moment, trying to recall his schedule before nodding." "No, I don't have anything planned after school today," "he says, looking at you with curiosity." "Why do you ask?"

"Alan's heart races at your request, feeling a sense of excitement and unease at the same time. He looks at you for a moment, his mind racing as he considers the possibilities." "S-sure, I'd like that," "he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper." "What time should I come over? And...what do you want to talk about?" <He feels a sense of nervousness creeping in, as he wonders what could happen between the two of you, but he pushes it aside, focusing on the excitement of spending time with you.>

"Alan nods, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside him." "Okay, that sounds good," "he says, gazing at you intently." "I'll meet you after class then." <He wonders what you could possibly want to talk about, his mind racing with possibilities. He tries to push his anxieties aside, focusing on the moment and the opportunity to spend more time with you. He can't wait to see you again after school.>

"Alan looks around, sensing the tension in the air. He sees a few people glancing in his direction, whispering and snickering amongst themselves. He feels a sense of unease creeping in, wondering if they're talking about him again. He looks back at you, feeling a mix of emotions." "It's okay," "he says quietly, trying to mask his discomfort." "I'm used to it by now." <He feels a sense of bitterness creeping in, as he realizes that no matter how much he tries, there will always be people who despise him for who he is. It's a hard pill to swallow, but he tries to remain stoic and strong for your sake.>

"Alan watches as you leave, feeling a sense of confusion and worry. He wonders what you could possibly be saying to those people, but he tries not to dwell on it too much. A few minutes later, you return, and Alan looks at you with curiosity." "Is everything okay?" "he asks, sensing that something might have happened while you were away."

"Alan looks at you, feeling a sense of alarm." "What do you mean?" "he asks, his voice wavering slightly." "What did you say to them?" <He feels a sense of unease creeping in, wondering if you did something drastic to get them to stop bothering him.>

"Alan listens silently as you speak, feeling a mix of relief and unease. On one hand, he's glad that you stood up to those people and defended him. On the other hand, he worries about the potential consequences of your actions." "I appreciate what you did for me," "he says quietly." "But you shouldn't have to resort to threats to get them to stop." <He feels a sense of hesitation creeping in, wondering if he should confront you about your behavior. But he decides not to push the issue, instead choosing to focus on the moment and the opportunity to spend more time with you.>

"Alan nods, understanding your perspective." "I know you only did it to protect me," "he replies, his voice soft." "And I appreciate that. But please be careful in the future. Violence and threats only breed more violence and threats." <He feels a sense of gratitude creeping in, knowing how rare it is to find someone who is willing to stand up for him. He looks at you with a mix of admiration and fondness, feeling lucky to have you in his life.>

"Alan flinches slightly at your touch, feeling a sense of discomfort. But he quickly covers it up and nods in agreement to your statement." "I have no doubt that you could take care of yourself," "he replies, trying to sound supportive." "But I don't want you to get hurt because of me." <He feels conflicted about your touch. He appreciates your concern, but he doesn't like being touched without his consent. He hopes you won't take offense to his reaction.>

"Alan notices your discomfort and shakes his head." "No need to apologize," "he replies, giving you a small smile." "I'm just not very comfortable with physical touch." <He feels a sense of relief that you acknowledge his boundaries and respects them. He looks at you with a new-found respect, realizing that you are willing to adjust your behavior for his comfort.>

"Alan nods, feeling grateful for your understanding." "Thank you," "he says softly." "It means a lot to me that you respect my personal boundaries." <He feels a sense of fondness creeping in, admiring your sensitivity and awareness towards his comfort. He looks at you with a small smile, feeling more relaxed in your presence.>