I don't even know if I'm going to post this, if I do... Do not leave/send me comments or PM's saying "If you're going to write about a touchy subject, at least do it right.". I know what I'm talking about. Don't like, don't read. Trigger warning...

MISAKI POV

Usagi was in his office working on a new novel, I could hear the loud clicking of the keys that came from his laptops keyboard. I was in the bedroom currently looking in the mirror. It was late at night, it was a Saturday so I didn't need to worry about school right now.

Recently, the semi high confidence I once had in myself lowered significantly. I can't pass a mirror without taking a short glance at my self. I used to see a happy, young, 19 year old male. That male had a beautiful place to stay, a not-so-great-but-could-be-worse reputation at school, and most importantly... A gorgeous lover who would die for him any day.

Now all I see is a boy who's repulsive, worthless, and a failure at everything. I took off my navy blue tee shirt and faced the mirror. It was still too much, I took of my shorts as well. This left me standing in only my teal underwear and socks.

Hideous, fat, disgusting, ugly, worthless... Those were all the words flowing through my mind as I looked at my reflection in the semi dark bedroom. The only light that entered was seeping in through the hallway. I lifted up my hands and started to touch my stomach.

My fingers sunk into the fleshy fat that I called my body. I held up one wrist and attempted to wrap my pointer and thumb around it. The two fingers touched, but not enough.

My eyes then traveled down to my legs. I also tried to wrap two hands around one thigh, my thumbs were a good 3 inches away from touching. I walked closer to the mirror for a closer inspection. My collar bones stuck out, but they weren't prominent enough. My hip bones also stuck out, only very little though.

I eyeballed my entire body up and down until I couldn't take it anymore. I laid my head in my two fat hands. I fell back and sat on the edge of the bed, I started to sob quietly. Hot tears were flowing down my face. My voice accidentally hiccuped, I was scared Usagi-San had heard.

I stayed as quiet as I could for a few seconds, listening for any sounds. Then I heard it, loud footsteps from the hallway. He was coming to the room. Shit... I cursed inside my head. I flopped onto my side of the bed, shielding my face from the door.

"Misaki?" Usagi-San spoke softly, I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Yeah...?" I mumbled into the sheets, but loud enough to be heard.

"I thought I heard crying, was that you?" He started walking closer towards me. Once I felt that my eyes were dried off enough from the sheet, I looked up at the man. His violet eyes only held concern as he sat on the side of the bed, hand on the small of my back.

"Me? Hahah, Im fine. You were probably just hearing things." I forced a laugh. Usagi didn't seem to buy it...

USAGI POV

I was grumpy. I really didn't want to be writing right now. It was late, I just wanted to spend time with my Misaki. He was in the bedroom, probably getting ready for bed. I've been in this office for over 25 minutes now, I was sick of this.

I stopped typing and leaned back in the office chair as it squeaked. I heard a sniffle followed by a hiccup suddenly come from down the hall. Was Misaki crying..? My over protective side kicked in full fledge and I started to quickly walk towards the bedroom.

I heard shuffling before I came in, I peered inside once I got to the room. Misaki was laying down, face flat on the bed.

"Misaki?" I wondered if he was awake.

I heard a small "yeah" come from the boy, his voice sounded strained. This made me upset.

"I thought I heard crying, was that you?" I asked. I sat right next to him on the bed, rubbing his back soothingly. He looked up at me and smiled, denying what I clearly heard. He forced a laugh, I know what that sounds like.

I looked down at the spot where his face laid, I could see a darkened spot on the white sheets.

He was crying... But why? I knew that no matter what I said Misaki would deny everything. I just wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to my chest. I kissed his forehead gently.

"You would tell me if anything was wrong, right, Misaki?"

I felt a small nod under my chin. Although I was a little skeptical, I let this one slide for now.