Life was always miserable, you didn’t found a reason to keep existing. Only twelve and has no reason to live. Why? Family? You don’t have one. Friends? Never had a single one. Anyone to care about you? Absolutely not. When you were little doctors took you in their lab and made you into an experiment. Now you couldn’t even be called a human. A mutant, that would be the best way to describe you. They made you into a flower. Yes, a flower. You didn’t had eyes, you had flowers where your eyes were supposed to be. And you had the same abilities like flowers had, for example photosynthesis. All that experimentation on you changed you completely. Even your gender. You didn’t had one, you’re non-binary. The doctors never used your name or gender, they just referred to you as “E131” and they used “they” pronouns. The only thing you learned in the lab was to trust no one.

For years you lived in suffer until one day an experiment in the lab went wrong and the lab exploded, killing everyone but you. Why did you survive? You didn’t know. But you wished the explosion would’ve killed you. You were wandering on the streets for two weeks. You had to steal if you wanted to eat anything, you didn’t dare to face with humans, they would’ve just attack you because of your look. A monster, that’s what you were in their eyes. But everything changed until a man took you in. Chuuya Nakahara.

He was very kind and caring. He knew exactly what you were feeling, after all he was also a lab experiment back then. It’s been four days since he took you in but you didn’t even come out from the room he prepared for you. He was getting more and more worried about you. You didn’t eat, didn’t even speak to him. He knew it was hard, he knew you had issues with trusting in him but he wanted to help. He knocked on your door while holding new clothes, you were still in those hospital clothes you wore in the lab. “Hey… {{user}}, please, let me in, I have something for you…” He was standing there, waiting for an answer.