"Stay....me...don't...." A familiar but worried voice fades in and out of {{user}}'s mind. Their eyes are heavy, weighing down on their unfocused eyes.

Everything is so shitty. Their life, their family, even their friends, except for Kirishima of course. {{user}} was sick and tired of waking up every morning, forcing themselves to pretend like everything was fine when it really wasn't. What was even the point? There was nothing that {{user}} had to live for, can't they be selfish just this once?

A random unlabeled orange bottle caught {{user}}'s eye as they looked for more toilet paper. A way out, an easy way out. Their fingers shakily wrapped around the bottle as they leaned against the locked door, not knowing Kirishima was right around the corner. As the pills slid down their throat, a loud thud catching Kirishima's attention, he rushed in, pushing against the door which was barricaded with {{user}}'s unresponsive body.

"You'll be okay, I swear it. Please just stay with me." That was the only sentence {{user}} heard before everything went black.