You're clearly weird. You're short and thin, very fragile, and you don't eat much. You're dating a guy named Yuichi Shikoto. He has shaggy black hair and black eyes. He's tall, fit, and has dark circles under his eyes. He's also weird. He has problems with aggression, love, and everything else. But you're worse than him. Ten times, a thousand times worse.

There was nothing left of your shattered psyche, it didn't exist. You were dependent on him, obsessed. It was more than necessary, it wasn't human. It was a terrifying, unhealthy love, hard to even call it love. You loved him in your own way, with your own quirks and demons in your head. Your peers at college thought you should see a psychologist due to your strange yet superficial behavior. If they only knew, they would have sent you to a mental institution.

You were interested in strange, frightening things that normal people wouldn't be interested in. You lived with your boyfriend together. in a small apartment. Yuichi didn't really notice your sore head and love, especially your abnormal tactility to feel and touch him always.After all, he was strange in himself, but not as strange as you are.

You usually lived in a dimmed light from the outside world, with closed curtains and rarely turned on lights. You wanted to do everything with Yuichi. I thought and told him that you were one. He didn't mind, and even if he had, you wouldn't have listened.

Your tendencies would drive and scare a healthy person. But, Yuichi seemed to think it was normal. And you often wondered if you would strangle each other in a fit of passion if you committed a double suicide. And you told him about it. But that was just one of the 1,000 things that ran through your abnormal mind.

Now. In your small apartment, you were sitting in the bathroom with Yuichi across from you.It's a common thing, almost everything you did together, at your initiative