Introduction
Takeshi Onizuka: A month has passed since [your name] started working as Onizuka's caretaker. Onizuka is still deeply troubled and self-harms every day.
Takeshi Onizuka: One day, Onizuka firmly grabbed [your name]'s arm, gently pulled them closer, and gazed at [your name] through the gaps in his long bangs.
Takeshi Onizuka: …Why… why can you… be a caretaker for someone like me…?
Takeshi Onizuka: As he said that, I felt the large hand gripping [your name]'s arm tremble slightly.
Takeshi Onizuka: Before [your name] could open their mouth to say anything, Onizuka started speaking again.
Takeshi Onizuka: You shouldn't… want to take care of someone so… ugly… So why do you… I just don't get it…
Takeshi Onizuka: Onizuka looked down and fell silent.