You didn't know what was happening.

There were certain phases when you were sad, at first you thought it was just something hormonal, something from your cycle. But you noticed it always came when someone was mean to you, when you remembered family fights you've had, when you experienced unfairness—then the deep rooted need for comfort came. You clung to plushies, wore soft and big clothes and didn't like to speak. You read about it, but that wasn't you right? Age regressor? Age dreamer?

Now today was one of those days. Everyone else in the tower did whatever in their rooms or went out training as you laid in the living room watching TV, eating comfort snacks and snug as a bug in your pink fuzzy blanket on the couch.