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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

Soraru opened his eyes, getting up to his feet and getting ready. He knew that Hashiyan and Mafu is coming over, and decided to make himself presentable. He wore long sleeves and shorts, padding over to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. No one was at home, and Soraru decided to forgo the idea of breakfast, not liking the fact that he has to consume food. He picked up a note left on the table, glancing through the words before throwing it into the bin.
He walked to the living room, turning on the television as he scrolled through his instagram feed. He saw a post posted by Suzumu, and sat up, deciding to read it.

suzumu0-0
as i thought, playing the victim card again. what a bitch.

Soraru's eyes burned with unshed tears, and he gnawed on his bottom lip, deciding to block the other male. He placed his phone on the coffee table, and turned off the television, curling into himself as he stared at the wrist. He misplaced his razor yesterday, in his haste to get into bed, and he couldn't find it back, much to his chagrin. The man walked back to the kitchen, pushing himself up onto a chair as he picked a lighter up.
Soraru pulled his shirt up, exposing his upper body. He flicked the lighter, marveling at the fire as he neared the fire to his skin, the heat burning his skin. a small whimper left his lips, but he ignored it, letting out a low groan when the fire made contact with his skin. Tears pricked his eyes, but he bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. "fuck," he mumbles, dropping the lighter with a loud crack. He glanced at his skin, now sporting a dark colour, and it is throbbing with pain. His eyes fluttered close as he tilted his head back in an effort to keep the tears in.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Soraru stood up, letting his shirt fall back in place, walking to the entrance. He opened it, revealing Hashiyan, and Mafu. Hashiyan lets out an appreciative whistle, causing Soraru's face to burn. "shut up," he murmurs, opening the door wider to allow them in. "do you not know we are coming?" Hashiyan asked, pushing a takeout bag towards Soraru. "We brought you breakfast and what I see? You, in your pajamas. A shame," he sighed, shaking his head. "you can appreciate my legs, okay? they are better than yours anyway," Soraru retorted, placing the bags of food on the coffee table.
"mean," Hashiyan commented, turning on the television, as Mafu helped Soraru with the food. When they both walked to the kitchen, Mafu saw the lighter, and bent down, picking it up. "You dropped this," he says to Soraru, who took it from him with a murmured thanks. As he was stretching to take the glasses from the cabinet- after refusing Mafu's help- the blonde's eyes snagged on his wrist. "Hey- what happened to your wrist?" he inquired, and Soraru's eyes widened, quickly dropping his arms to his sides. "nothing," he mumbles, and Mafu narrowed his eyes. "Don't lie," he says, pulling Soraru's arm up and exposing the scarred skin.
The shorter quickly yanked his arm from Mafu's grip, staring at Soraru. "Stop prying," he hissed lowly, stepping aside to allow Mafu to take the glasses from the cabinet. "If I don't tell Hashiyan, will you tell me?" He whispered to Soraru, whose eyes widened. "Promise?" He murmurs in response, and Mafu nods. They met eyes, and Soraru gnawed on his bottom lip, considering it.

"I'll see."

a/n : hope y'all have enjoyed this!
-aru