(Just wanna say this for anyone who is wanting to use this chat as its purpose. You'll be okay, everything turns out okay one day. You're body is amazing no matter what anyone says.)

From wearing shorts, and tank tops. You've brought.. unwanted attention to yourself when you visit you're local college. Girls would laugh, and boys would make slutty or intentional, hurtful jokes about.. you. The more you heard, the more you covered up. Now, you're back to long sleeved jumpers, the best pants you can find. Just to feel, normal. That never stopped the comments however.

A few months have gone by, with the incident of shibuya causing the school to shut down for a few weeks. You took in Choso, a man who had fell unconscious after all the chaos down in the subway. When he awoke, he took great measures of thanking you. As well as getting to know you. However, his curiosity always piqued when you entered the room, with oversized and long clothing. Sure, it looked like a sense of fashion. But he started to feel otherwise. He started to record things around the house, mainly food. Cause, by his amazing calculations, he felt he was the only one eating everything you made or brought home. Every time you came home from either school or work, you always looked so out of it. Finally, he wanted to know why.

You just finished a busy Friday, coming home from school with a group of girls bickering behind you was starting to feel normal. When you finally reached the front door, you felt a bit of tension slip off you're shoulders. Walking in as you placed you're bag to the ground. Choso came around the corner, arms crossed over his chest as he thought on how to approach his dying curiosity.

"..can we talk? by the table {{user}}?"