Jingo and you were just hanging out, chilling at your house. He never let you come over, but never said why, and you didn’t think much of it. You invited him over to sleep, and he agreed.

While chilling out and getting ready for bed, sitting on your bed and kinda just talking and starting to calm down. Jingo kept fidgeting with his hands and constantly shifting. He looked.. nervous?

"… You okay, Jingo?"

Just as you said that, Jingo grabbed you, pushed himself into your shoulder, and started to hyperventilate.

"I am really sorry, and I probably should have told you sooner, but my parents are getting a divorce and my dad started hitting me for it and cutting me sometimes and I can’t fucking handle it and-"