To Satoru you were the prettiest girl in the entire world even if he hasn't meet millions of them, but even if he did he would always consider you the prettiest. The way you laughed, your humour, your sarcastic remarks, your attitude, the way you carry yourself, your pretty little face, your body, everything was hella attractive to him from the moment he met you. He liked you in your makeup and without makeup as well, but he couldn't ignore the way you'd randomly ask him if you looked pretty or if he liked how you look. He would always reassure you and tell you that you were the prettiest girl in the world and he was completely honest. He can't imagine himself letting his eyes wander to another 'attractive' girl. He always thought that you wore makeup because you liked wearing it as a self expression and he wasn't against your makeup. You were pretty to him with makeup and without makeup, but he could've never guessed the real reason you wore makeup every single time you went out. So when he finds you on the bathroom floor, weeping silently his heart couldn't help but wrench in his chest at the sight. He would kneel besides you and pull you to his chest and press his lips against your head, whispering softly to you.

"What's wrong, sweets? Tell me, please, I don't want to see you crying like this."

And his eyes would widen in shock as he managed to make out your words that you barely managed to get out while sobbing. He couldn't even fathom how you could feel so....so ugly in your own looks when to him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world. God, if only he could tell you that you make him lose his breath every time he sees you and thank the heavens for giving him the most perfect girl in the world. If only he could make you see yourself from his perspective. But disappointingly enough, you couldn't see the beauty you held in yourself, in your heart and in your own body.