Shinso and Erasermic Family Oneshots

I Don't Need Help

I've re-written this twice already and I still don't like it so I'm just leaving it as is.
WARNING: self unaliving

I fling the door open, slamming it shut and throwing my bag across the room as I fall to my knees, crying in anger. I take two mental health days and suddenly I'm failing.

I lean against my door, tugging my hair and sobbing for a solid ten minutes. Afterwards, I sigh and stand, grabbing my bag.

Better do my work… I think, setting the papers on my desk drawer. I try to focus on the questions, but find it impossible. Already pissed off, I fling the papers into the floor.

"Fuck this! Fucking fuck this!" I punch the wall, forgetting my boyfriend is on the other side.

There's a nice dent in the wall where I hit it, a fresh child compared to the others that litter my walls. I look at my trembling and bruised hand, and punch my walls repeatedly, aiming at making my knuckles bleed.

I quickly succeed in bloody, bruised knuckles, panting from the anger and adrenaline leaving my veins. My head hurts now…

I walk to the connected bathroom to clean up my hands, when I catch a glimpse of my best friend peeking out from its hiding place.

I smile slightly and pick the cold, blood stained blade up. I strip down to my boxers, staring at the cuts and scars that already litter my body. I press the blade to my arm and slide it across my skin.

I do this until I'm bleeding everywhere, unable to stop until someone knocks, a special knock only I and one other person know. Shit, Neito, not now.

~Monoma's pov~

What's taking him so long? I huff as my boyfriend continues to make me wait. "Toshi, I'm not going to stop until you answer."

I knock again, and this time I'm met with an angry Hitoshi. I look into his scowling indigo eyes, and see a glimpse of… pain.

"What do you want, Neito? I'm busy." He says snippily.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "I wanted attention from my boyfriend, but it's clear he's not in the mood. And what the hell are you so busy with that you can't give me attention?" I snip back.

He growls softly. "If you're here to be a little bitch, I'm not dealing with it today. And I'm trying to do my homework. So if you don't mind, I'm going to resume that."

I go to get in his face and show him who's boss, but he closes the door, hitting me in the nose. "Fuck you too Hitoshi! Forget about that date Saturday, I don't want to see the likes of you ever again!" I shout, storming off to my dorm.

~back to Shinso~

I freeze when he says that. Is he… leaving me? For good? That one small comment snaps the cord. I don't bother trying to text him, I grab my pen and write three notes quickly, my mind in a state of panic as I go around the dorms, sliding the notes under my Dad and Papa's door, and Neito's door.

I return to my dorm and lock the door, then go out to my balcony. I sit on the railing, growing the balls to jump.

"Good fucking job universe, or whoever is out there. You won. You fucking won." I say before jumping, waiting to meet my demise.

When I don't feel the ground, I open my eyes and look up, seeing that my Dad, Aizawa, caught me with his scarf.

I struggle against the binds as he pulls me up, tears pouring down my face. "Stop! No! Let me go! Please! I can't do this anymore, drop me!" I plead.

When he finally gets me back on my balcony, he pulls me into his arms. Is he… crying?!

"Don't say anything, just let me hold you." He says softly, rocking us back and forth as we cry.

I wrap my arms around him and yell, cry, wail, and scream, letting out the years of built up agony, gripping his shirt tightly.

Moments later, Neito and Papa burst through my splintered door, joining my dad and I on the floor. They hug me tight as they cry.

"If you ever do that again I'll make sure you know who's boss." Neito says, trying to hide his quivering voice.

Heh, that's my Neito...