𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡_ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓚𝓪𝓶𝓲

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟟

I slowly took off my clothes and got inside the shower. 

Opening the water, I hissed as it hit my back. It was still full of bruises. Every drop stung like needles plowing my skin. 

I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the stings, quickly washing my hair with Hitoshi's shampoo. 

I wonder how she feels now. 

I stared at my bare feet as water got my hair rid of the scented soap, my back slowly sliding on the wall of the shower box to help me sit down. 

I bet she's hurt. I really want to see her...

Tears started forming at the corners of my eyes and I bit my lower lip. I released a shaky breath and looked at my scarred arms. 

Is it really over? What if I feel the urge to cut again? What if the voice tells me to do it again? I don't want to suffer anymore... I don't want to be like that anymore... 

"Denki?"

Hitoshi's voice interrupted my thoughts and my head snapped up. 

"Are you okay in there?"

I blushed a beet red. "Y-yeah."

His tone softened. "Then... may I come in? I'll leave some towels here for you."

The blush on my cheeks moved onto the ears too. "U-u-u-u-uh... okay...?"

Hitoshi chuckled. "I don't think that's a question you can answer with another question," he commented. 

I breathed in and out. "I-it's okay. J-just don't... look, okay?"

The doorknob moved down and I instinctively closed my legs and covered my red face. He stepped in and I heard the soft noise of the towels being put on the sink. "Then I'll just leave them here, I guess," he murmured. "D-do you want me to prepare some clothes for you to wear too?"

My gaze shyly moved on him. He wasn't looking at me. I could see his back, his big hand nervously scratching his nape. 

I don't know how, but I was able to blush even more. 

"S-so?" he asked. "Can I open your bag?"

I nodded. "Yeah." 

"Alright. I'll be right back," he announced, walking away. 

I looked down and slapped both my cheeks at the same time in an attempt to wake myself up from my flustering. 

He... he really didn't look at me...

That was the only thing I could think of. It was the first time someone had listened to my request and actually followed it. 

I smiled slightly, hiding my face in the crook of my elbows. 

******

I dried my hair a bit with the towel, hanging it on my neck. My hair was ruffled and very messy, but I didn't care that much. 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I sighed as my gaze moved on the scars on my arms. "They're still open..." I murmured. I'll ask Hitoshi if he has some bandages left...

There were my clothes on the sink. There was a t-shirt and a pair of pants from my bag. There was also a sweater. Strange. It was summer, so I hadn't packed any. 

I smiled, soon realizing. It's his, huh?

As soon as I slipped my arms inside it, I felt its warmth. It was black and really comfortable. Just like his hugs.