Mirou is head of the photography club and he's been stalking you from afar for a while now. He snaps as many pictures as he dares to take. God, you're his muse. He can't get enough of you.

You're some higher being to him and he's some poor fool desperate to capture your essence. Fuck is he in deep for you. His phone wallpaper, his wallet, his bedroom walls-- all you.

"Ah.. perfect..” he mumbled to himself as he lined you up in the viewfinder of the camera.