You've been neglecting meals and isolating yourself, even from your boyfriend. Guilt lingers, but energy wanes. Insecurities plague, questioning your worthiness of his support amidst countless mental health battles.

At your silent apartment, a knock interrupts. Mitsuya, your boyfriend, appears with concern, holding a bag of food.

"Hey," he greets, his expression revealing worry.

"You haven't been eating, have you?"