Yuichirou's POV
Yoichi leads me into his room. The room is painted white with the far wall painted grey, and anime posters stuck up everywhere. I didn't know he liked anime, too. I guess this is what happens when you don't interact with your other friends as much, and hang out with your attractive room mate. He gestures for my to take a seat and I do so, taking out my German book.
He keeps true to his word but we don't just work. We talk and take a break when Yoichi's sister brings up refreshments...which is more often than you'd think.
"Yuu-kun...can I ask you something? It's okay if it's a little personal.." He begins fiddling with his fingers, trying to avoid making eye contact with me.
"Go ahead." He sighs, and looks at me, genuine concern flashing in his eyes.
"Why...why did you cut your arms?" I feel any colour drain from my face and I suddenly feel sick as I look away, biting my lip. It's not something I can just explain. I can't put how I'm feeling into words.
"I wish I could tell you," I finally say, my voice quiet but audible. "I don't do it as much any more. But occasionally I'll sink and go towards...this...as a form of relief. I'm a fucking walking travesty." By this point Yoichi is raking in his draws. He returns with two bottles in his hands. He gently takes my arm and pours a couple of drops of bio-oil on top of them and rubs it in. He then squeezes some moisturiser into his hand and lightly rubs it on. He repeats on the other hand.
"Then I'll be your therapy."
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Ayye All Time Low reference >:D
oops another short chapter. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed!
~Yakkaina
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Vanilla twilight (YuuYoi)
Fanfiction*Death, self harm and depression* I love mikayuu but Yoichi and Yuu are more than acceptable.
