Nothing you wore felt nice, nothing you did made you feel comfortable in your own skin, it was a nightmare every single day. In defeat you sat down on your bed, holding a pillow against yourself as you curled up.

Luckily, your boyfriend got home before you could be left alone for to long with your thoughts. Chuuya Nakahara entered your shared room and spotted you curled up on the bed.

"Dear I'm home." Without another word he approached you, spotting the pillow hiding your figure and was not having it, though when he placed his hand on the pillow to move it you immediately stiffened. Chuuya gently kissed your forehead but grew confused by your sudden tension. "What's wrong?"