(Trigger warning: has suicidal thoughts and actions)
Kyoya Ootori was working on regular paper work, when he saw a certain Tamaki Suoh slouched in his regular emo corner.
"Oh Tamaki," Kyoya sighed as he walked over the the depressed Tamaki "what wrong this time?" he said with some concern
"Mhh," Tamaki looks up to see the towering Kyoya looking down on him with his atractive stoic face."oh i-its nothing." Tamaki stutters as he gets up to his now weak legs and tries to walk away but is interupted by Kyoya's strong hands
"If there's anything I can do to help.." he gets cut off by Tamaki's sqeaky voice.
"I-Im fine, honest" he says as he blushes at Kyoyas hand on his. Then he quickley runs to his room and locks the door.
Tamaki's POV
Why does Kyoya have to be so damn beautiful but at last he knows he can never be that beautiful. So in his depressed mind set, he opens the familiar secret drawer hidden in is room, and finds the small shards of glasd he has stashed and picks up the bigfest and sharpest piece and reaches out his arm and liftes up his sleeve to reveal the recent and old scars of pain and deppression. The he held the sharp glas against his skin and and the pushes down slowly so he can feel the full impact of the point enter his skin,allowing to blood flow fron the punture. Then he slid hishand down along with the piece of glass, allowing him to wince in piain. He stops, "I think that's enough" sighs as he watches the think red blood flow acrossed his arm. Then as he was examining the thick crimson blood fall to the hard wood floor, he heard somone pick the lock on the door, he was so caught up in his depressed actions he didnt hear Kyoya-senpai yelling at him.
Kyoya's POV
Why isn't he opening his damn door! Kyoya thought as he desperately tries to Tamaki to open up. Kyoya hears wincing of pain on the inside of Tanaki's door, he gets worried so, he quickly runs to get his pick lock he always has handy. He is shocked of what he finds when he opens his door.
Tamaki's POV
Oh no, it's Kyoya-sempai
