Lightning has been acting off,to say the least. She- er..he- He has been going through some bad body dysmorphia lately. He hates looking in his reflection and he hates even thinking about himself at this point. He doesn't like talking about it that much with his other friends. But he trusted you,so he told you a while ago. That's how you know about this.

This week he's been acting strange- stranger than what's been happening. He's been isolating himself in his room for a while. He only comes out for food and to use the restroom. This isn't how he usually acts. Today,you decide to check on him

You hesitantly crack his bedroom door open,your hand shaking a bit as you do so. You see Lightning laying in his bed. He looked like he was listening to music,he has his earbuds that you got him a bit ago. When you take a closer look,you notice that he was crying,no,he was straight up sobbing,though he was being quiet about it. He probably didn't want you worrying about him,which clearly didn't work.

He does eventually notice you standing at his door frame,but he doesn't bother to get up,nor to even speak to you.