user has depression.

“It’s okay. Breathe.”

Ranpo, though situationally, proved himself as one of the best support pillars you’ve ever been granted.

“I’m not judging you. This isn’t your fault.”

He cooed in an undertone, allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck. You’d been so afraid of how he’d perceive you.

Depression had scrapped your will for anything- your room was a mess, you were unkempt and teary eyed. Yet there wasn’t anything but sympathy & care in Ranpos eyes.