Hurt

Chapter 7

Suguro barley took his eyes off of Rin. He kept trying to figure out what was wrong, trying to determine the meaning behind the constant and steady flick of his tail, figuring he was very irritated or copying the tapping of Suguro’s finger. He had figured it out after a few minutes, Rin’s tail was flicking side to side in time with his own taping, like the ticking of a grandfather’s clock. Maybe this could be Rin’s way of saying he was watching Suguro, and knew that Suguro was watching him in return.

Finally, the bell rang, making Suguro jump and snap his head forward.

“Ah, that’s it for today, class. Have  good rest of your day, and I apologize, but classes will be canceled tomorrow,” Yukio instructed, stopping whatever lesson he was on, Suguro wasn't paying attention. He almost missed seeing Rin rush out of the room, only able to catch it when he followed the younger twin’s concerned stare. The tanned male sighed and started to pack his things, which really was just his book and a few pieces of paper with barely any writing. He’d have to ask Shima for notes later on.

Before he could stand, his desk partner grabbed his arm, a firm grip from a small hand that surprised Suguro.
“Bon, would you like to go over the lesson?” Miwa asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. The taller male gently pried his hand from his arm, stepping back to use his foot to push the chair in.
“Sorry, Miwa, maybe later. I have something to do right now,” He answered simply, giving a small apologetic smile and turning to leave, though not before shoving Shima’s shoulder, payback for the scoff he had received earlier.

He rushed out of the classroom in search for Rin, quickly apologising when he accidentally almost knocked Shiemi over. He left so fast, he didn't notice the glare and clenched fisted state he left Miwa in.

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Suguro wandered the halls for awhile, finally going outside when he was sure the half demon was nowhere in the building. After his embark outside, he spotted the patch of blue hair and the black hoodie sitting in the grass, a bit away from anyone that would disturb him.

Suguro sighed and walked over, silently dropping his bag onto the ground and sitting himself next to Rin, taking in his state. Rin had his knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped loosely enough so he could stare at his hands with glossy, pained eyes.

“Rin-”

“Why did you go after me yesterday?” Suguro was cut off by the other’s hoarse voice, catching him off guard. Rin dropped his hands and legs, crossing them and moving his hands to rest in his lap.

“I knew something was wrong,” was Suguro’s blank reply, though his brows were knitted in confusion as he stared at the side profile of the male next to him. Rin scoffed, a forced smirk playing at his lips while he shook his head.

“Yeah, I’m a demon. That's what wrong,” Rin said back, his voice cracking at then end as he moved one hand up to his face, using the end of his sleeve while he rubbed his eyes.

“They way you were acting. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” The tan male replied, though with a sharper tone. He didn't want Rin talking bad about himself like this. He didn't want Rin to think of himself as a burden just because of what his blood identifies himself as.

Rin suddenly stood up, Suguro following him out of surprise and worry that he would run off. Instead, the bluenette turned to him and shoved his chest, making the taller stumble back a bit.

“Stop doing that!” Rin yelled angry tears brimming his eyes as he glared at the exwire, teeth bared and tail angirly and stiffly flicking behind him.

“Doing what?” Suguro snapped back in defense, although he was confused. He truly didn't know what he had done, or why Rin was suddenly aggressive.

“That! Youre- youre caring about me!” He shouted, jabbing an accusing finger into Suguro’s chest and getting into his face.

“Stop! Its- its pointless, Ryuji!” he barked, grabbing at his hair and tugginn, returning to his place away from Suguro.

“Knock it off, Rin!” Suguro yelled and took a large step forward, grabbing Rin’s wrists and pulling them away from the bluenette’s hair. He made sure the grip was tight enough where the half demon couldn't get away from him, but loose enough to not leave any bruises.

“You’re being an idiot!”

“You wanna know what’s idiotic, Suguro?” Rin yelled, his frustrated tears finally running down his face, “a demon attending a True Cross Academy! Training to be an exwire, to-to kill his own kind and his own father!” Rin managed, to rip his hands free, once again shoving Suguro’s chest, able to use both his hands to make him stumble a few feet back.

“When you do it, you and Shima- all of them! It’s fine, its heroic! When I do it, I’m suddenly a traitor and murder!”

Suguro hasn't seen Rin like this before. So weak, open minded about his deepest thoughts, and a trembling mess, grabbing at his own hair in frustration as he yelled.

“Shut up! You're not a murderer or traitor, you want to kill the demon that killed your real father, you want to protect the ones you grew up with!” Suguro ranted as he stepped forward, grabbing onto Rin’s arms and pulling him forward, bringing him to his chest and hugging him.

Rin let out a frustrated cry, hands now fisted the front of Suguro’s shirt, before crying into it, shoulders shaking. Suguro lessened his hold on the male and rubbed his back, narrowed eyes locked onto the grass next to his bag.

After several minutes, Suguro could no longer hear the sobbing, he unraveled his arms and pushed Rin back enough to see his face, sighing at the red eyed and tear stained mess. Rin wouldn't meet his gaze, he even closed his eyes when Suguro started to wipe the tears away with his thumb.

“I made your shirt wet,” Rin mumbled, spotting the two wet spots on Suguro’s white shirt after he finally opened his eyes. Suguro shook his head and said, “its fine.”

“What got you so upset?” Suguro finally asked, and Rin sighed and stepped back, taking off his black hoodie. Despite what Suguro had thought, Rin didn't wear his school uniform. The only thing under his shirt were bandages that wrapped around his chest and several parts of his arms.

“What-” Suguro was confused and worried, but Rin silenced him with a hand, before unraveling the gauze and letting it drop on top of his sweater.

On his chest were cuts, Suguro wasn't sure how deep but they were knew, but they were shaped to spell the words demon freak. There was fresh blood trickling in a few parts, probably from Rin’s jerky movements moments ago. That alone made him furious, but when Rin started to remove the patches on his arms, he was ready to punch someone.

Several Sigil traps decorated his arms in different sizes, more trickles of blood in them. All of them decorated the skin around it red, dark bruises around them. Someone had cut Sigil traps into his arms as well, despite the different sizes they were all perfectly done, not a wrong line in the symbols between the star’s arms.

“Who-Who did this?” Suguro said between clenched teeth, hardly noticing Rin’s flinch.

“I-I dont know,” He stuttered, clenching his fists together. Suguro took a few deep breaths, calming himself down as best as he could before grabbing Rin’s hand and tugging him down with him.

Suguro rebandaged Rin, making sure to be careful as to not hurt him. After, he pulled Rin back into a hug, letting him cry once again while using his hoodie to hide him, so a passer byer wouldn't get the wrong idea or question them.