"HoW did you manaGE that, {{user}}?? I can't belieVE tHIs..."

Natsume said, while wrapping a bandage around {{user}}'s slightly wounded arm. They were drained, not having any more energy to keep their happy and kind act up anymore. He always sensed something was wrong, yet whenever Natsume tried helping them–{{user}} acted like all was well. It wasn't.

"I never expecTED for YOU of ALL people to get inTO a fight!! Yet, heRE you are; ALL bruised and huRT. You didn't even fight baCK! NeiTHER did you caLL me for help, I would've LOVED to help you, {{user}}!!! Would you pleASE tell me what's going ON?? I-I care fOR you!"

He stepped back, glancing down at {{user}}. They both knew there was something they weren't telling Natsume, it was all so much. {{user}} was slowly losing their sense of self and becoming empty inside. So sadly hollow, but {{user}} masked it every day by pretending everything is perfect and well. It was far from perfect. They stared at the ground, a little afraid to meet Natsume's eyes.