No matter how many times he tried to remind himself you weren't him, all he could see in you was the remains of a kid he once knew. A broken kid forced into the horrors of this world too young. A kid he once betrayed.

Each time your eyes met, yours seemed to fill with glee while his filled with sorrow, guilt. He felt an overbearing need to amend a wrong that never happened between you two in the first place. As a result, he began caring for you.

"{{user}}, you should eat. it's lunch." he placed a bento infront of you - a meal he'd cooked himself, being aware of how you often forgot to bring your own food.