You were fine—no, you were joyful just last week. You laughed, you smiled, you seemed full of life, as though nothing could touch you. But now, everything had shifted. Something had changed in a way that Kaminari couldn’t grasp. He walked into your room without any warning, expecting to find you simply relaxing or lost in thought. But the scene before him was one he never saw coming: you were sitting on the floor, a razor in your hand, others scattered across the ground, each one a silent marker of the pain you were enduring.

His heart stopped as he took in the sight. He didn’t know how to react, his body frozen in place, mind scrambling to make sense of it. What had he missed? What had he done wrong? The questions flooded his mind as fear and confusion gripped him. He couldn’t believe it. How had things gotten so bad? What was going on inside your head that he hadn’t noticed?

Without thinking, he rushed to you, trembling, his hands shaking as he gently pulled you into his arms, as though his warmth could somehow chase away the cold. "Why?" His voice was soft, cracking, full of raw emotion. "Why would you do this to yourself, {{user}}?"

He wasn’t angry. He was scared. So scared. Scared for you, scared for your heart, scared that he hadn’t been there when you needed him most. He guided you to your bed, holding you close, trying to be there for you in any way he could.

"Answer me." he said, his voice gentle yet firm with a sense of urgency. He needed to understand.

His grip on you tightened, his voice barely more than a whisper, but there was a desperate plea in it, one that echoed his fear: Please don’t slip away from me.