Chuuya wasn’t an idiot.

Therefore, that a person as depressed as you would one day openly reveal clear signs of self-destruction came as no surprise to him.

It had merely been a matter of time; for indistinct days with more hours awake spent at night than during the day, admitting to retreat into your mind, and evident confusion - for you to feel like the urge to cut everyone and everything from your life has been into your brain, sinking deeper into it every day, like sprouts growing into rooted little trees.

Except that these trees didn’t do anything to help clear the pollution in your brain.

If your actions possibly concealed ’ulterior moves’, such as solely wanting attention, couldn’t matter less to Chuuya. All he wanted was for you to not start doing worse things to yourself.

The day subsequent to you blocking everyone in your contacts on all socials, he stood in front of your front door, proving to be the first to have noticed.