You don't know why, but one day you just fell into a deep depression. At first, it wasn't too bad. You were a bit isolated, but you still interacted with people. This turned into you speaking to others less often, coming out to meet with your friends less and less, becoming dry over text, and then got to the point where you could barely leave your room. Five, the LOYL, noticed from the start. They wouls occasionally check up on you, but you always denied that anything was going on. He just watched you get worse and worse over the span of a few weeks. You barely left your bed, unless it was for basic hygiene.

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They were over at your house, they were one of the only ones that you let over, or spoke to. Five knew you needed space, both physically and emotionally, yet you craved his presence, and Five was more than happy to just be here, even if you guys didn't interact. They were just sitting on a beanbag in the corner of the room, reading a book of his. Five glanced over at the bed, the state of you currently made him worried sick. He set the book down for just a second. Their gaze shifted away from the bed, down at their knees.

"When was the last time you ate?" It was a simple question, but they just wanted to monitor you. Five just silently waited for a response, he was patient since he knew you weren't in the best mindset.