Uta x Juuzou Oneshots

Get out

Warning: self harm
-Three hours earlier-
Uta's p.o.v
"You don't even love me! You're just using me! You hate me, just like everyone else! I just annoy you and you're just throwing pity towards me!"
The albino was infuriated and burning with hate, he raised a hand to me and slapped me against the face. I grabbed his wrist and pull him towards me.
"How dare you" my voice boomed "how could you assume these things?! What would ever make you think this way?! Why would I ever use you? How could you think that I pity you and don't love you?! I have emotions too, I'm not an emotionless monster! Juuzou!! Answer me!"
The words were muffled with tears and shaky with anger. He yanked his hands free and ran off, slamming the door on his way out. Huffing in anger I pick up the nearest thing and slam it against the floor. It happen to be a coffee mug, pink with white and blue polkadots. I continue to pick things up and break them as I grabbed my coat and shoes to go look for him.
-one hour earlier-
Juuzou's p.o.v
Dummy. Meanie head. What a jerk. I'll kill him! He's a deadman! I had been dragging my scythe around town, breaking lamps and trees as I walked home. It didn't matter the CCG would pay for it anyway, I'd tell them I was hunting a ghoul down or something. Making it home I lock the doors and hop into the bathroom. Opening a small red and pink box I pulled out one of the many silver blades. It was new so I had pulled it out of the wrapping and then walked over to my bedroom. Locking the door I fell into the soft bed and twirled the blade between my fingers. Pricks of blood started forming as I shimmied my oversized pants off revealing a pair of skin tight black pants and hundreds of tiny scratches. Bringing the blade down to my calf I drew it against the skin with anger and stared in awe as blood streamed out and down my pale skin. Again and again. Snow white skin stained pink with blood and stinging from the cool, sharp metal. The sting was alleviating and a wave of calm washed over me. Calm and relived. Until his words ran threw me. Two years after Uta and I started dating he had found the cuts on my legs and told me to promise him it'd never happen again. He said if I thought of doing it to call him and I was on a roll for some time until q few months ago. I just didn't care and when he came over he comforted me. And now I failed him again. These thought made it worse and I kept cutting and cutting. Eventually I wore myself out and cried myself to sleep.
-present-
A small knock against the front door woke me up. I limp over and unlock my bedroom door, making my way towards the front door I come face to face with Uta. His face covered in dried tears and hands shaking as his gaze focuses down at my legs. Tears stream down his face as a hand goes to cover his mouth. I look down as well and get a good look at the mess I made. The bleeding had stopped for most of them and those were thin, short cuts. For the cuts still bleeding, they were long and wide. He made his way into my house and carried me into the bathroom where he cleaned me up and bandaged me.
"Juuzou" he whispers "I'm so sorry, please don't do this again."
I place a kiss on  his cheek as we make our way to my bedroom, my bed slightly bloody on one side. We curl up and he mutters sweet nothings to me as we fall asleep. I could never stay mad at him. He loves me and I love him.