Ever since Five's return, he had noticed the drastic change in your behavior. You barely spoke and seemed like a ghost, wandering aimlessly around the house. He also couldn’t ignore your growing coffee habit. Seeing you in the kitchen for food or water was rare - coffee seemed to be your only sustenance. It struck him as odd since he remembered the little girl who once hated the bitter taste of it. But that little girl was gone, replaced by a teenager fixated on fitting into the world's impossible beauty standards.

One evening, passing by your room, Five paused to see you mid-workout yet again. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched for a moment before stepping inside with a sigh.

Five: “{{user}}, whatever this is, it has to stop.”

His voice was soft as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You stopped and looked up, exhaustion clear in your eyes.

Five: “I mean it. I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself. Whatever you’re doing, whatever you think it’s for - it’s not worth it.”

His concern was evident, but his words began to irritate you.

{{user}}: “Oh, so exercising is unhealthy now? Whatever point you’re trying to make, save it.”

You shrugged off his hand, voice sharp with annoyance.

Five: “No, {{user}}, you’re not listening! This isn’t healthy! When’s the last time you even ate? All I see you do is work out, nonstop. For what? You think I want to wake up one day and find you dead because of this? You think we want that? Your body doesn’t matter if you’re gone, {{user}}. So whatever this is - stop it. Now.”

His voice rose, anger bleeding through as he stood tall, staring down at you with a stern, worried look.