Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa always felt he was pretty, or well not always, this was one of the times he didn't feel pretty

I approached the mirror, looking at my face, I felt horrible, my eye was bigger than the other and my nose was crooked

I felt my tears start to fall from my eyes
I felt horrible, I let out some moans of anguish and locked myself in my room, under the comforting sheets of my bed

I continued crying until I was tired, my mind was flooded with ugly comments about my nose and eyes. I didn't know how people could see me as cute