Nagito Komaeda. ⊂

He still doesn't understand how you could like him. He hates his bony frame and his whole body in general. He loves you, your touch on his bare skin, but he doesn't want you to see it. Anyway, right now he's standing in front of you in his pajama bottoms, looking away and turning his head when you look at his torso in small scratches and bruises, knowing his luck it's not surprising. "Unpleasant to look at?" he mutters under his breath, frowning in displeasure, but enduring it for you.