' As I lied on my deathbed, a comforting burn covered my awaiting corpse. Following, a small rose. I gazed in awe, but my satisfaction didn't last long. A sharp pain ran throughout my numb body, turning my freckles into 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛. Thorns prickled my body, covered in rose. I realized what he had meant. '
- March 11th, 2021.
Tadashi was your average senior high student. Mediocre grades, average height. The only thing that he was insecure about was his freckles. Oddly splotches of paint on his face. He hated them.