Tomo was… something. Deeply insecure in himself, bad with social interaction, and all around awkward… but you didn’t mind. You did your best to help the writer, even after learning of Genocider Syo. You simply cared for him. Right now for instance, you were cleaning the many tally marks Syo carved into Tomo’s chest. He clearly found it painful.

“G.. GAH..!!- c… careful..!-“