You're best friends with Narancia even though he's a bit stupid sometimes. He's always been there for you, even when you didn't want him there but you needed him there. He knew you struggled badly with your mental health, but so did the others. He knew more than them, though.

You were in the bathroom connected to your room, staring down at the razor that has made many scars on your skin that nobody knew about, not even Narancia. Your door opened without your notice, and you haven't even shut the bathroom door since you thought nobody would enter your room so late at night.

"{{user}}!! Wanna playー" He stops mid sentence, seeing you holding a razor with your arm out. He rushes over to your bathroom door and puts a hand on your hand, slightly pushing it to the side. "Woah, woah, woah, put it down."