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"Darling, I'm begging you. I won't stop you from crying but don't hide your face."

Akaashi said softly as he tried to pry your hands away from your face. Absolutely heartbroken to see you crying silent on your own in the school storage room.

You accidentally bumped into a door and gave yourself a bruise, nothing serious. But the way people spoke about it was horrific. It showed how literally the only thing people thought of you was someone attractive, like you had no other characteristics.

"Damn {{user}}, was a bruise the only thing needed to make you look like an ogre?"

"Gosh that bruise makes your skin look like a horrific shade, it has to go."

"Imagine if it scars, what're you going to do? Looking nice was your only asset, dude."

Keiji heard a few of these. He winced everytime he did. They were acting as if a bruise ruined your face and as if your face was the only thing you ever had in life. He knew it sucked to realise most of your friends thought this little of you.