ethereal. ✔︎ t. amajiki

Chapter 8

(short chapter)

An early Friday morning. Tamaki woke up not feeling too well, which is quite a bummer for him. Especially when he was going to visit (Y/n), darn.

After staring at himself in the mirror for sometime, Tamaki noticed his face was red. His face had scratches on his cheeks, a few blood blisters on his chin. What the heck did he do subconsciously last night?

Tamaki shook his head visiously, tearing up. He couldn't go see (Y/n) like this, it would make him disgusted with himself. If only Tamaki wouldn't have this habit things would be better, right? Tamaki might've thought the same, though that's wrong.

Hot tears started to stream down Tamaki's cheeks, causing a few loud sobs escaping his dry throat. It hurt, but it was worth it. Tamaki couldn't even remember the last time he cried, this was sort of a miricle to him.

He stumbled out of his bathroom, crying and sobbing. As he walked back to his room, he headed straight to his bed. His fantisies started to take over the little control he had, this only caused him to weep louder.

Instead of crying himself to a long nap, Tamaki decided to suck it up and move on with his day. Lying in bed took up more than half of his days so when he'd wake up, it was already sunset. That was the worst part because he wouldn't even be tired.

Tamaki managed to get onto his feet, but barely. He didn't even have 5% of control over himself, his fantisies were getting worse and worse to control. It sucks so bad that Tamaki almost got a knife from the kitchen drawer, planning on walking to (Y/n)'s house. Though he managed to stop himself before he even opened his door, which was such a miricle to him. That was the last time he had half control over himself, though he wishes he could've spent it better. Even just eating a simple meal without his.. fantisies roaming his head would be amazing to him. But no, that'll never happen. Not today, not in a million years.