『give it up, kazuki. if you look like anything right now, you look like a mess.』

how many days has it been since he'd stopped eating three meals a day?

how many days has it been since he'd begun to sustain himself on water and a sweet, packed bread every twenty-four hours?

he was convinced; if he lost a little more weight, he'd start thinking of a way to alter his features without surgery.

makeup?

that always works for people behind the camera.

kazuki walked into the dark of his room and dropped his bag, his arm barely having the strength to hold it for much longer for today.

he felt awful.

the setting sun sufficed, and he saw his reflection on the surface of his mirror.

it's alright. compromising the way his body and mind felt was worth it if the way he looked would become less awful.