(ON HIATUS) [[𝕄𝔸𝔻 ℍ𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℝ]]《𝕄𝕌𝕀ℂℍ𝕀ℝ𝕆°𝕋》

❝ 𝕄𝕐 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝔻𝕆ℕ𝕋 𝕎𝔸𝕃𝕂 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 ℝ𝕌ℕ ❞

❝𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕃𝕃  𝕃𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕃𝕐  𝕀  𝔹𝔼𝔾𝕀ℕ  𝕋𝕆  𝕊ℍ𝔸𝕂𝔼  𝔽𝕆ℝ  ℕ𝕆  ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ  𝔸𝕋  𝔸𝕃𝕃❞

° ° °𝕋ℍ𝔼  𝔽𝕃𝔸𝕊ℍ  𝕆𝔽  ℙ𝕀ℕ𝕂  𝔸ℕ𝔻  𝔹𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔼  ℂ𝔸𝕌𝔾ℍ𝕋  𝕋ℍ𝔼  𝕐𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔾  𝕄𝔸𝕃𝔼𝕊  𝔸𝕋𝕋𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ. Slowly approaching a turn in the book shelf, the tall girl held several books in hand. Slowly skimming through the labels, putting each book in a right sort. Her arms adorned with wound dressings, dabbles of blood left behind from the injuries. 

Her middle finger ran along the weathered book spines, continuing her job. Her head turned slightly, catching a glimpse of the black-haired boy's eyes fixated on her. "Do you need help?" Muichiro inhaled a breath of air, word vomit led to him asking for a romance book, he doesn't even read romance! She recommended a romance called: 'Pillow Princess', but opted for a different book. 

The young Tokito checked out the book leaving the library with the paper-back in tow.

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 door cracked open, revealing a mirrored version of the boy sitting at his desk. The boy plopping himself on his brother's bed, reading the title of his new book. "I didn't know you even read romance books." The younger boy glared at his brother, while the ladder could only shrug.

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TW: SH**

ℂℝ𝕀𝕄𝕊𝕆ℕ liquid dripped from the small slit, her hand held a pocket knife, the sharp metal raked across her skin multiple times, recalling every insecurity she had. 

Making a cut for every one, the searing pain felt good, Euphoric almost. Her smile widening as blood washed down the drain. The bleeding slowed, she bandaged her wounds before walking out the bathroom. 

TW: end of SH*

She ate her food in silence, her brother staring at her arms and small portion of food with worry, making eye contact with a sad facial expression. The salty taste of soy sauce hit her tounge, she chewed on the bite of food, her plate left empty. She set the dish in the sink, walking to her room and shutting the door. 

Her pajamas draped over her body, leaving folds in the cloth. Long sleeves covered the bandages left from the knife. The door cracked open, revealing a fiery and untamed mane, along with the rest of her brother pulled through the frame. He shut the door gently behind him, putting himself on her bed. He pulled her hand towards him, looking at the blood blotted bandages with a pained face.

She sighed and grabbed her brothers arm, he looked up at her red teary-eyes. "This is the last time, promise, Senjiro." She pat his head with her hand, he slumped over, leaning into her touch. "That's what you said last time." She pulled him into a hug, pulling out a blood stained pocket knife, putting the cool metal in his hand. "This time is for real, keep that away from me."

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𝕊ℍ𝔼 brushed her knee length hair, putting a leave-in conditioner to keep away tangles. She braided her hair, tieing it with a elastic band. She pulled the skirt over her shorts and tied the bow around her neck.