The mirror reflected of an image so bittersweetly familiar. The light was casted against your figure as you spun, twisted and turned in front of the glass that sat across your frame. It took one word from someone for you to be clouded with insecurity. Your eyes were locked at your own reflection, trying to helplessly dissect every perceived flaw. Each of your imperfections seemed to scream for attention.

A frown pursed your lips, hoping that you looked better. You wished that you could look like the models on magazines or the idols you'd see on Instagram. The harsh lighting highlighted each of your flaws and you couldn't bear them anymore. You reached your finger out to your cheek, feeling your eyes darken the more you stare at yourself. You had been staring at yourself for nearly half an hour now and it did nothing but return you a myriad of insecurities. You couldn't seem to escape the feeling of inadequacy that lingered by.

Lost in your thoughts, you fail to hear the light footsteps that approached the bathroom door. All of a sudden, you feel gentle arms snake around your waist lovingly. Chuuya's arms encircle your waist as a familiar warmth envelops your body, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. He kisses your cheek ever so slightly before speaking.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"