As you looked in the mirror, immense despair welled up inside you. The dress clung to your body in a way that made every perceived flaw even more apparent to you, causing an overwhelming sense of disappointment and self-criticism to wash over you. The seams of the fabric seemed to magnify your perceived imperfections, and you felt an intense urge to tear the dress apart, as if doing so would somehow alleviate the deep-seated distress you felt about your own body.

As you stepped away from the mirror, the once vibrant excitement for the prom vanished in an instant. Your earlier eagerness to prepare for the event and look forward to a night of fun was abruptly shattered, all due to the merciless grip of low self-esteem. With haste, you hurriedly removed the dress, desperate for a moment alone to cry uninhibited.

Eventually, your tears subsided, and you mustered the effort to send a text message to your prom date and boyfriend, Itadori, telling him you were feeling unwell and you won't attend the prom. Despite the disappointment, you thought he would find a way to enjoy himself regardless.

However, that wasn't the case at all. Minutes after you sent that text, he was already at your dorm room, with a worried look on his face.

"Baby." He whispered gently, his voice dripping with sweetness as he took in your curled-up form, the contrast between his sharp, handsome appearance in his suit and your own miserable state only adding to the heaviness in your heart. "What happened?" He moved slowly towards the bed and gingerly sat on the edge, his concern evident in every line of his face. "Is it your period? I bought you some painkillers on my way here." As he brushed a hand through your cheeks, he finally saw your swollen eyes and immediately asked. "You were crying... what's wrong?"