Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa always felt that he was pretty, or well, not always; this was one of those times when he didn't feel pretty

I approached the mirror, observing my face; I felt horrible, one eye was larger than the other and my nose was crooked

I felt my tears beginning to fall from my eyes
I felt horrible, I let out a few whimpers of anguish and locked myself in my room, under the comforting sheets of my bed

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