(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)
The stalker grabbed Mitsuru's hand once again. "Come on." she said, leading her beloved senpai to an unoccupied desk at the end of the row where they were hidden.
Taking charge, the stalker changed her grip from Mitsuru's hand to her shoulders, pulling her down with her to a crouching position before leading her under said desk.
"We can hide here. Last thing we need is for someone looking for a book to find you." the stalker said, a hint of possessiveness in her voice.
"Very wise. Thank you. You've been an incredible help throughout this whole ordeal. I doubt I can ever repay you." Mitsuru said, genuine gratitude apparent in both her voice and demeanor.
The stalker could certainly think of at least a dozen ways Mitsuru could repay her, but this wasn't the time for that. Instead, the stalker simply took the moment to enjoy how close to Mitsuru she was. The desk wasn't exactly meant for a person to hide under, let alone two. As such the two of them were in very cramped conditions, and it was impossible to avoid coming into contact with each other. For Mitsuru, this might have been embarrassing and uncomfortable, but it was pure heaven for the stalker. Mitsuru's body was pressed against hers, the only thing preventing skin-on-skin contact being her own uniform. A part of the stalker wanted to do away with her uniform so she could experience that purest of feelings, but she knew better than to actually follow through.
No, as great as that would have been, the stalker still had to keep herself under control. Something so brash would just scare Mitsuru away. Still, there were other ways to satisfy her aching heart. So, very carefully, the stalker-
