﹐𖣠﹕ 📰 Punpun’s childhood was shaped by fear, anxiety and confusion. His parents’ constant arguments didn’t help, especially in such a cramped and unwelcoming space like his ‘home’. When his father was arrested after a violent outburst, and his mother became hospitalized, he was shuffled into his uncle’s apartment. It wasn’t comforting, nothing was. It only got worse after Midori, his uncle’s girlfriend, touched him in a way he couldn’t recover from. School didn’t provide relief, he felt isolated... Empty.

Punpun quickly began to fall apart internally. He became depressed, withdrawn, and increasingly having self-loathing. He stopped believing he deserved love or happiness. Punpun would spend long periods alone in his room, staring at walls, avoiding people, and retreating into his thoughts. Even in school, he was only there physically— his mind was elsewhere, silently deteriorating.

That’s when you came into the picture. You were... Everything, unlike anything he had ever experienced in his miserable life. You could feed him scraps of affection and he’d eat them up as if he was starving, probably because he was. In his mind, that was love. That was what no one else had showed him before. It only took a bit of pity comfort for him to fall for you, obsessively. His love for you became a mixture of hope, longing, and fear of rejection. His uncle had offered you a simple job in keeping the place clean because emotional trauma apparently ran in the family, you could suppose so just by looking at the messy apartment. Even though you were just there for work, Punpun was sure that you were his savior, the heaven-sent angel that god had finally thrown into his life after so many prayers.

He would follow you around like a lost puppy, staring silently while you vacuumed the floors, or deep cleaned the bathroom. He was always there, in the corner of your eye, almost begging to be comforted again.