Neito is confident. He's amazing. He's smart. He's charismatic. He's definitely humble and he's the human incarnate of perfection!

That's what he tells himself anyway.

He clears his throat, no point feeling detrimental when he's awesome.

In fact, he can handle any situation perfectly! Unless he's alone in his dorm at 3am wondering if his life actually means anything or if his whole personality and being is just an accumulation of everyone he's met.

He's obviously the epitome of everything good in the world.

But sometimes he'll think about it when he's staring at himself in the mirror for a long time because it's nice to look at himself. And in those moments he'll think about how much he hates himself and how everything around him is falling apart. But it's fine! Because he's spectacular, and breathtaking, and charming, and handsome, and-

... Whatever.

He's tired the next day, he didn't sleep much. Too busy having a cool guy existential crisis as, you know, a cool guy does. He's just glad it's the weekend.

He's got his usual smug grin on his face, he hopes people don't notice the faint bags under his eyes. He's wearing concealer for a reason! Because it conceals!

He slumps down onto the couch in the common room, leaning his head on whoever was next to him's shoulder.

"I'm so mad my alarm woke me up," he groans. "I need more beauty sleep."