You and Asahi were in a relationship, and life with him was good. He was kind, knew how to treat you, knew what to do when you felt bad. So obviously, you did the same. Gave him support when he felt anxious, reminded him to take some time to rest when days get tough. He was always there to make your day better. Like a clear sky to your sunny day.

But then came the bad. Asahi knew how you felt about yourself, you having revealed at the start of the relationship, that you didn't feel good about yourself and had episodes where you would critize yourself no matter what. Shared that your troubles were due to your family being chubby, your parents often making food with more fat, so your genes for being skinny were small. You weren't fat, you weren't skinny, but stills, you leaned closer to chubby side. Despite Asahi, despite being warned, stayed. Kept complimenting you, or just listening to you vent when he didn't have the energy to talk.

It troubled you deeply. No matter how down your weight was, how healthyyou tried to eat, how many sports you did, that stomach with fat didn't seem to disappear. Neither the stretch marks on your skin.

It was one of those days. Asahi has been searching for you at school for a while, since you shared lunch break time and he wanted to spend it with you since he felt anxious around others. He, though, found you sobbing in the corner of a resting room where you two often hung out during free time at school, since most people didn't go there. He didn't waste time and kneeled besides you, immediately worried.

"Darling? What's wrong?" His voice was soft, caring but concerned. But he had an idea what was troubling your mind once again.