Symptoms of Depression

6- Reduced appetite and weight loss

Many would claim that food is a comfort for them, either cooking or eating it.

Unfortunately for Isagi, food reminds him of what he could have been, not what he is right now.

"Hey, Rin,"

It was after their ultimate defeat from the World 5.

Studying English wasn't his forte, but he tried his best not to disrupt Rin, who was already interrupted by the other three.

"What?" Rin gritted his teeth, willing to throw the whole desk at Isagi if he even asked for help in English.

"One of the players, I think it was Adam, said something in English. Can you... translate it for me?"

"Well, what is it?"

Isagi remembered it line by line. He knew something was off when Adam crashed into him and stole the ball before passing it, making sure to look back and make eye contact.

What was unnerving were his eyes. He flicked them up and down at him, then smirked, continued talking, and walked away.

Isagi locked into his words. When he said those exact words to Rin, he paused for a second, confused by Isagi's butchered English, but the general gist was there.

"He said: with your small build, I would have mistaken you for a girl. Sadly, you're too fat for my liking. Or something like that, I don't know. Your English is shit." Rin stood and left the study group, most likely on his way to yoga.

"Huh," that was all Isagi said.

...

Isagi's gift of memory came to bite him back in the ass.

A comforting meal of Katsudon (like his mother's) was presented with a side of miso soup and other variants.

Isagi took the first bite. It was a crunch, but Isagi chewed longer than usual.

Sadly, you're too fat for my liking.

Was... was Isagi not built well?

He checked his arms, pulling the long sleeves up and spotted a slight juggle in the upper arm area. Not much muscle was shown when he flexed, unlike Kunigami's.

Isagi left the meal half-finished and threw the rest away.

The next time he met with Bachia, Isagi couldn't help it but his arm. His thumb and fingertip had touched.

He used the same hand to measure his bicep, but it didn't touch.

"Wow! I didn't know you grew a lot of muscles! You're much bigger than before!" Bachira poked continuously on Isagi's arm with both pointer fingers.

Isagi just laughed it off.

...

Isagi remembered the story in his school.

A girl was scouted to be a model. They were only in primary school, around 7-8 years old. She would loudly claim in class how she got a modelling gig and was a rising star in the future. How she'll be the best model there is!

A month later, it was Isagi's turn to clean the classroom with that girl. She excused herself to the toilet.

Isagi was scared to be alone; he felt shivers and swore whispering voices surrounded him. He believed in ghosts back then.

So, at 4 pm after school, Isagi ran to the girl's toilet. He refused to be alone.

When he opened the door, he heard a gagging of no ice and a splash of water.