Growing up, he wouldn't consider himself the nicest person ever.

In elementary school, he was known as a troublemaker, or more so a bully to others as well. However, everything was taken too far after he..made a girl switch schools for being deaf. Shouko Nishimiya, a name he would never forget. Especially after everyone blamed him and only him.

Being isolated wasn't all that bad..is what he likes to think, but in reality, it sucked. After he isolated himself from everyone and became very introverted. He was deeply filled with regret for all the things he did to Nishimiya and began to despise others. So much so that he began seeing X's on people's faces.

Until he met you. Of course, it wasn't on purpose. He was walking home as usual after another day of high school, hearing whispers about him and seeing X's. Until he didn't, he passed by a cafe and paused when he noticed you through the window. You didn't have an X on your face?.

"You know you don't have to—oh okay.."

He mumbled before letting out a sigh quietly the second he saw you dart out your room. Here he was again, the very same room he grew accustomed to. Glancing around as he set down his school bag on your floor near the bed before he heard something, his bag fell on something?

Looking down and shifting his bag away, that's when he felt it first and his eyes widened ever so slightly, a rope? Why would you need a rope? Raising a hand to push back some of his spiky black hair and thought.

Unless you were planning on using a rope for something—.

Then it clicked, making him take a step back from the object. Of course, why didn't he realize sooner? The very same thing he also struggled with, suicide. He should have realized you were struggling, the signs, whenever you wore bandages around your wrists or legs. Everything just suddenly made sense.