something is wrong with you.

...that sounds insensitive. but satoru doesn't know how else to put it. he's never really had a filter. but he knows there's... something wrong. something mentally.

when you were still attending school, following toji's near assassination of both of you, you were so... sulken. such a shell of your old self. he didn't know why, but eyebags started to hang beneath your eyes, you were slow and sluggish, and even during summer, you refused to wear the summer uniform, instead opting on the long-sleeved and thick cardigans and trousers. even when satoru tried to crack jokes, you would lose your mind if they were directed towards you, cussing him out. satoru never took it personally - instead, he blamed toji for scaring you after you were nearly killed by him.

but your fear, unlike satoru's, started to last longer than a week. or a few weeks. eventually, it stretched out and you were like this for a month before you eventually stopped coming into school all together. as you two had ended on a heated argument, at first, satoru didn't bother to check up on you. you'll get over it. he thought to himself.

but you didn't. your absence didn't last just a week or two - it had been months ever since you were in school, and satoru grew worried. there was something wrong.

thus, he decided to come along to your apartment. he was ordered by jujutsu high to do so, too. it was unwise to miss so much time at school before finals.

yet, finals were the last thing on satoru's mind when he entered your apartment with a spare key. your apartment seemed... trashed. like some hoarder was living in it, and not his clean-freak best friend. dishes were piled in the kitchen sink, there was trash on the floor with some staining the carpet, and the place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years.

hesitantly, satoru stepped further into your home, and slowly opened the bedroom door to see you, laying on the bed, completely engulfed with a thick blanket. "...{{user}}?" he muttered quietly.