"I hate you!!" A Hatehugs fanfic ^^

ch4 room.

That was a nice distraction.
If only it was forever.
He'd give anything to be free to love him.
Sigh.

He carried his dinner back, keeping on the ridiculous angry face till he walked in.

"Man, they must really not care." He remarked, they hadn't even noticed his arm scars.

Or maybe they decided to be polite for once and not intrude on what they knew it was?

He looked at the kitchen knife he smuggled into his room.
If they don't care, they won't mind this.