Denki’s shoes pounded the hallways, each step fueled by frustration and worry. The edited photo had circulated too fast, too wide, and the sight of {{user}} being mocked by classmates gnawed at him. Just the way you are… The refrain repeated in his mind, a mantra against the ugly lies they’d been forced to face. He refused to let those fabricated words define them.

He found {{user}} huddled in the corner of the library, shoulders tense, gaze lowered. The weight of their own doubt pressed down like a heavy fog. Denki crouched beside them, gently lifting their chin to meet his gaze. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in sync with his unspoken song. “Never forget that. Not because of anyone else, but because it’s true.” When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change…

A tentative smile flickered, fragile but growing, as his words wrapped around them like the warmest embrace. The hallway’s chatter faded into insignificance. Denki’s presence, his unwavering certainty, became a melody of reassurance, reminding {{user}} that no image, no lie, could diminish the perfection he saw in them. Oh, I’m here to love you just the way you are…