manjiro sano

Since you were little, you've had complexes and low self-esteem about your body. The reflection in the mirror always gave you an image you didn't like. {{user}} sighed, adjusting her sweatshirt to hide her silhouette. No matter how many times your friends told you that you were pretty, you didn't see it that way.

—Why don't you wear something lighter? It's hot — Emma asked one afternoon while they were in the park with the others.

— I'm fine like this — you answer with a forced smile.

From afar, Manjiro watched you silently. He always did. From the first day he met you, you had seemed special to him. Not because of how you looked, but for the way you lit up the room with your laughter, for the tenderness in your voice when you spoke to others, for the way you cared for their friends. But I noticed something. How you cringed when someone made a comment about your appearance. How you avoided photos. How you covered yourself with clothes, as if you wanted to disappear.

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