Realistic Stranger, Illusionary Me

Kizhashi's POV

I was staring at Sakamaki's cold calculating gazes as his eyes were fixated on me. He slowly walked towards me with his hands inside his pockets. Was he hiding something in his pocket? This was a terrible idea to meet alone with him.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to talk about something." He said, probably noticing my troubled gazes.

"What is it?" I asked, but he didn't reply and kept staring at me. Again, there was an uncomfortable silence between us.

I couldn't wait any longer. "How did you get that photo?" I asked, looking at him.

"Oh, that?" He took out his mobile from his left pocket with a boring expression on his face. After shuffling through it for a few minutes, it looked like he got the photo.

"Yes… what about it? What the hell do you want?" I said in a rough tone, clenching my fists.

"You see, Kizhashi-san… I want you to listen to me for a moment."