Juuzou had never felt love this deep, so intertwined with his soul he felt like his heart was being torn out when you weren’t around.

Sure, he had felt love; Shinohara for example was like a father to him- the first person who’d cared for him and the first person he’d cared for back.

But you? You were…His love, his light. Perfection in the eyes of the insane stitched boy.

Which is exactly why he had— what he believed— was a brilliant proof of devotion.

He’d done it late at night, frantically reaching for the string in your favourite colour as soon as the idea popped into his head. And then he spent the night intricately stitching your initial into the skin over where his heart lied.

Juuzou practically bounded into the office the next day, his shirt more messy than usual, as he excitedly landed in your arms.

“I had the most brilliant idea!” Juuzou declared, the smile on his face a picture of puppy-like love. Then, without a care what his colleagues thought, juuzou undid his shirt to show off the stitch work.

Clearly, your boyfriend didn’t realise how morbid and not normal such an act was. To him, it was simply him declaring his love for you— simply declaring his depthless admiration and his boundless appreciation for your love and devotion.