Kenji was strong. He was funny, he wasn't dark, he wasn't cruel- that wasn't him. He couldn't hurt, so he made sure he never did. Until he fully broke.

He sat up in bed, his eyes tired as he didn't feel anything. It wasn't rare either, most nights ended up like this. His mind scoured through all the things that would usually make him cry, but something was off this night. There weren't any tears anymore.

Was he broken forever?

The rooms that he was staying in were luckily sound proof, shoving his face into a pillow and screaming his feelings out. Until, a sharp pain cut through his throat, leaving him gasping for breath turned over in bed as tears finally accumulated in his eyes and rolled down silently. He screamed so much that something in his throat had ripped. He could barely talk.

The knock on his door snapped his head up, panicking internally as he wiped his eyes, going up to answer it like his throat wasn't vociferously shrilling at him in pain.

Kenji just had to hide it. Like always.