𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Draw On My Hand

Came up with this in the shower

Disclaimer: Mentions of self harm (it'll be okay I promise)

Disclaimer 2.0: I have never experienced self harm, I don't know what it's like, so if this is inaccurate or offends anybody, please let me know.

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Cato knew about Clove. He knew what she did. Thankfully, as her boyfriend, he was there for her. He helped her through it.

She had been clean for a couple of weeks, a very good improvement for her. No cutting for a couple of weeks. They were gonna go out to celebrate this afternoon. They did some sort of celebration every day she was clean, but they always did something more fun on Fridays, like get ice cream.

He noticed how she started to shift uncomfortably in her seat next to him in the middle of class. He noticed how she wanted to scratch her wrists and claw at them until they were red.

They tried the hair tie. It didn't work. She would just rub it on her wrist way past when it started to hurt.

Next now they tried a rubber band, which Cato immediately took away as he saw her slapping herself with it. They didn't know what to do. She could always draw on herself. That only helped some days, though. And this was not one of them.

"Hey," he placed a hand on hers, stopping her from scratching herself raw. "Stop."

She looked up at him, and he bit his lip. He was unsure what to do, and he felt so bad that she was going through this. But she wasn't alone.

He paused for a moment, thinking about something. Then, it hit him. "Draw on my hand."

"What?" She whispered.

"Draw on my hand. It'll distract you." He held his hand out to her.

"Oh. Alright." She grabbed a sharpie from her pencil case and held his hand in hers. It was much larger than her own, being almost thrice as big.

She took the sharpie and started to draw on his hand. She stopped at one point and set the sharpie down. He assumed she was done and alright, but he still intertwined his fingers with hers.

Later in class, it happened again. He had already had his hand held out just in case she needed it, knowing she might not want to say anything.

She drew stars on the back of his hand and small doodles on his palm. On his ring finger she drew a fake ring.

Eventually she ran out of space and moved to his other hand.

"You can color my nails, too." He looked at her. "If you need to."

She placed a kiss on his hand before drawing a heart in the middle of his palm. "Thank you, Cato."

"Of course, baby."

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Eventually Clove only ever drew on Cato's hands and sometimes arms. She never did anything else. No rubber bands, no hair ties, no nothing.

"Draw on my hand, Clove," he assured her every once in a while. She knew she could, but it was nice to have him tell her.

She doodled on his hands and wrists, writing an "I Love You" on his palm.

"I love you, too," he smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead.

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Draw On My Hand :)