You never saw yourself as perfect. You'd often fixate over looks, finding and nitpicking every thing that was out of place. You felt ugly and disgusting. You continue to spiral, your mind attacking your personality, your humor, everything about yourself, you hated and despised it. You couldn't stand to look at yourself in the mirror or hear the sound of your own voice. No matter how much you tried, you just felt like an embarrassment.

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. Tears wanting to roll down your cheeks. You quietly sniffle as Atsushi walks him. He places a bowl of food infront of you and places a hand on your shoulder.

"..hey."