Osomatsu-san x Reader

Ichimatsu x Depressed!Reader

A/N: There's very vague descriptions of self harm in this. It's not too bad, but just in case I thought I'd mention it.

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You knew it was a bad habit, and yet you continued. Afterwards when your arms stung due to their open wounds, you did feel guilty for what you had done to yourself. Still, that didn't mean that the action was discontinued much to your dread. 

You did well at keeping it a secret, wearing long-sleeved shirts and jumpers, which was working fine until it got a bit warmer. Your strange choice of clothing for the weather didn't go unnoticed by your friends, the mischievous sextuplets. 

"Hey, Y/n-chan. Aren't you way too hot in that?" Osomatsu questioned. 

You were at their home, not particularly doing anything. "Huh? Um, no."

He raised his eyebrows. "Hmm..."

Choromatsu snapped his head towards his older brother. "Stop flirting with her, idiot!" 

His glare softened when he looked back at you. "Sorry, Y/n-chan. U-Um, it is a little warm today though..."

"Ehh?! You basically said the same thing as me!" Osomatsu complained. He was ignored.

You put a hand over your covered arm, subconsciously hiding the unseen scars. 

"I'm fine, really." 

Choromatsu blinked, looking uncertain with your answer but didn't prod. 

You couldn't help but sigh with relief now that no undivided attention was on you. However, one listened your excuse with a frown, carefully watching the hand on your arm. 

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You would have been fine with spending the day inside, as you didn't necessarily feel like going out. However, your fridge disagreed as it was it completely the empty. 

With a sigh, you changed into your usual baggy clothes, making your way to the supermarket. It wasn't particularly busy there, meaning that the constant thought of being stared at didn't bother you, at least for now. 

You'd canned the shelves for things that'd be quick to make and wouldn't require standing over the stove for hours. You didn't exactly have the envy for that... 

You walked along the shelf, eyes completely focused. So much so. That you didn't even see the person standing next to you. As one would expect, you ended up bumping into him.

"Ah, s-sorry..." You apologised, rubbing your head where it was bumped. The other person mumbled something in reply.

When you opened your eyes again, you couldn't help but be surprised.

"Ichimatsu?"

He briefly met your eyes before looking to the side again. "Mhm."

"I didn't think I'd ever see you here." You thought aloud. He gestured at the basket on his arm.

"I was running out." He responded curtly. A quick glance at the inside of the basket was enough to piece it all together. He needed more cat food.

You smiled a bit at the thought. Although he didn't show it, he really was a softy. "I see. The cats are lucky to have you take care of them!"

Ichimatsu squinted, as if he didn't understand the compliment but his face went a tad pinker all the same. He was never one for accepting compliments.