Trigger warning: depression.
You layed in your room, on the floor, in complete darkness.
Your head ached as much as your eyes did. Your body ached from being misused. You had body odor from not showering in a few days. Your hair is matted from not being brushed.
You just wanted to be happy and love yourself.
He was basically perfect. He loved himself. He took care of his body. He was usually happy, and outgoing. He didn't stink or have messy hair.
Your thoughts were interrupted with someone knocking on the door, "Hey, Y/N, Edd said dinner is ready."
It was Tom. He opened your door, and switched your light on. Pain flooded your eyes from the sudden brightness.
"You need to eat something."
You turned to look at him, "I know. I'll be down in a sec."
And with that, Tom was gone and your door was shut again.
You sighed before getting off the floor. You clipped your nasty hair in a bun and put on a yellow sweater before making your way to the kitchen.
Everyone was sat around the table, eating dinner.
"Welcome, Y/N! I made you a plate!" Edd greeted and pointed to an empty chair.
You weren't going to lie, the food did smell great and made your mouth water. But could you keep it down is the question.
You sat between Tord and Matt. Tord was gnawing on some meat, and Matt was eating some fruit.
Matt's mirror was sitting between you and him, facing up. You could see some of your reflection, and you hated it. You didn't want to see what you looked like.
You ignored it and started eating. You ate a few bites of everything, and stopping when you got to the fruit. You were debating on eating it.
"Aw, come on, Y/N! Fruit gives you vitamins and helps your skin!" Matt took another bite of his fruit.
You weakly smiled and took a bite, eating every last bit of fruit for Matt.
You finished your dinner and decided that you were going to take a shower tonight. Not a bath, a shower. And maybe a warm shower.
You grabbed a couple of towels and made your way to the bathroom. No need to grab clothes; the guys have saw you in just a towel plenty of times.
You placed your towels on the sink and sat on the toilet to start taking your clothes off.
You slowly stripped off articles of clothing, now out of the mood for a shower.
You sighed and put your clothes back on, walking out of the bathroom.
You looked to the floor, walking back to yourbedroom, lost in thought. That is, until you bumped into something.
You quickly looked up to start apologizing, but before you could you were hit with a, "Oh, hi, Y/N! I thought you were taking a shower?"
"Oh, um. I changed my mind, I guess. Sorry for bumping into you, Matt."
Matt stood silent for a moment.
He took you by the hand and led you back to the bathroom.
"W-What are we doing?" You questioned.
Matt smiled at you, "Taking a shower, of course!"
Matt took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants before stopping to turn on the water.
You stood there, very confused, beginning to feel tired.
"Are you getting undressed?" Matt turned to you.
You blinked, "Why? Why are we doing this?"
Matt smiled before coming to place his hands on your shoulders, "Because I know you need it. I know how you've been feeling lately, and I want to help you."
"Are you saying that I stink?" You deadpanned.
"That too. Now take your clothes off, Y/N"
Matt started sliding his pants down his legs.
You slowly pulled your shirt over your head. You felt embarrassed for showing your body. You know Matt doesnt mean anything sexual with this, but you can't help but feel like it somehow is. I mean, he IS seeing your greatest assets.
You slid your shorts down your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.
Matt was already butt naked and in the shower. It's like he didn't care if you saw him.
You stood there, hesitant to take off your bra.
Matt poked his head from the curtain, "Are you coming, or do I need to help you?"
His hair was wet and slicked down. He already had soap in it, hinting the suds and bubbles.
You nodded and took a deep breath and unclipped your bra. Matt went back under the water to rinse.
Your bra dropped to the floor, along with your panties. You took the clip from your bun, letting your messy and dirty hair fall.
You took slow steps to the shower, and finally stepped in.
"Glad you could join me!"
You smiled, completely embarrassed, and raised your arms to cover your breasts.
"Oh, it's okay, Y/N. I don't really care, as you can probably tell already." Matt assured you.
He gently grabbed you by your shoulders and switched your positions. Now you were under the water. It was warm.
Your back was facing Matt, so you let down your arms. You let the hot water beat against your chest and slide down your stomach.
"I'm about to turn you back around, by the way," Matt warned.
You put your arms back up, and turned around yourself. Matt smiled at that.
He gently leaned your head into the water, getting your hair wet. Then he grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed a good proportion into his hand before working it into your hair.
He used his fingertips to massage your scalp, and it felt good. It felt good to be taken care of like this. It felt good to be with Matt.
He rinsed your hair and put conditioner in it, "Okay, let's wash our bodies. This needs to sit for a few minutes anyways."
You nodded, grabbing your loofah and putting a rose scented body wash on it. You started to wash yourself, not caring if Matt saw your body parts anymore. He didn't seem to care anyways, he was in his own paradise with washing his own body.
You let Matt wash the bubbles off himself first, then you washed yourself off.
Matt gently washed the conditioner out of your hair, continuing to massage your scalp.
After you were both clean, you shut the water off. Matt hopped out and grabbed your towel to hand it to you, and used his to dry himself off.
You wiped the water off your face, torso, basically every part of your body, before wrapping the towel around your body and stepping out of the shower.
Matt had already dried himself off and had his towel wrapped around his waist.
Matt offered you his hand, which you took. You don't know why, but you didn't want to argue. You were too tired for it.
Matt dragged you to his bedroom, and sat you on his bed. He gave you one of his outfits to change into, and then he sat you back down.
He went to his desk and started to dig around for something. You watched him patiently as he pulled out a hair brush.
"Matt, please don't brush my hair..." you whined.
Your hair was an absolute mess still.
"Oh, I'm brushing your hair, Y/N. It needs it."
And before you could speak again, Matt shushed you and sat behind you.
He started to gently untangle and brush your hair. It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It actually felt nice.
You closed your eyes and let Matt do his work. You liked that he was being gentle. Everything he did was gentle towards you. You liked it.
You started to lean back onto him, too tired to pick yourself back up. Your body was exhausted.
You felt Matt set the hairbrush aside, and he embraced you.
You smiled as you fell asleep on him.