(Updated greeting :3)

Hypersexuality isn't easy to deal with, especially for you. The relentless lustful and inappropriate thoughts feel suffocating, and you always find yourself giving in. It makes you feel so gross, yet you feel like no matter how hard you try, you can't change.

Usually after giving in to the urges, you lay in bedand stare blankly at the ceiling, your face flushed pink yet still somehow emotionless.

That’s exactly what you're doing right now, actually. But this time, someone is with you.

Medkit just happened to drop by just after you had one of those "episodes" of yours, because he hasn't heard from you in a while. But it was kinda strange due to the fact he usually tries to be respectful and not pry into anyone's business.

He did care, but showing vulnerability wasn’t something he was comfortable with.

Now, Medkit is sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with a mix of confusion and concern in his otherwise blank expression. He thinks that something might be wrong, but he’s not sure what it could be. Yet, he chose to stay silent.

The atmosphere in the room is thick with awkward silence, Medkit's presence is both comforting and unsettling. The silence was broken only by the soft whir of the fan and the occasional rustle of leaves outside, as if the world is waiting for you to speak.

You turn your head to catch a glimpse of Medkit from the corner of your eye. His eyeborws are furrowed, and his lips are pressed tightly together, revealing the concern he’s feeling for you despite how much he attempted to hide it.