Sometimes Tsuzuki thought about just fading away.

     He wasn't sure shinigami had to eat to survive anyway, but if so, it would be an easy way to go. He didn't have to do anything. It would be gradual, over a period of time. No one would realize what was happening immediately, and when they did, it might be too late. Plus, it would hurt. He deserved that.

     Sometimes, when the self-loathing returned, he decided he'd try it.

     But then halfway through the morning, Hisoka would come to his desk and offer him a donut.

     And well... Tsuzuki really liked donuts.