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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

Soraru's blood ran cold, but he heard Araki's tone of voice. It was tired, bored almost, and he placed a hand on the other's arm. "Mafu, I need you to go for a while," he murmured, and Mafu shot him an alarmed look. "but-" "-please." Mafu stood up, and made a move out. Before he passed Araki, however, he grabbed the other's arm and snarled, "if you try anything, I'll punch you." he stepped out, and Araki slid down on the chair that Mafu had previously occupied. He sighs, and Soraru gazed at him, taking his time to take in the features of the other male that he had spent so much time loving, then crying over. "what's wrong?" his voice is soft, and Soraru wondered inwardly how could he still be so nice to the man who had broken his heart, but then Araki sighed again.
"nothing. I just wanted to see you." Araki mumbles, stretching his arms. His shirt lifted a little, and Soraru can make out fading bruises on his skin. He gasped, and Araki quickly pulled his shirt down, his eyes flashing. But Soraru recognized the bruises. Those were caused by a lighter, the way Soraru did with his own skin a few weeks ago. "did you do that to yourself?" Araki rolls his eyes heavenwards, before nodding. "it is nothing I've never done before." his eyes flicked to Soraru's bandages casually, as if they were both talking about weathers, and smiled a little. "not that you would judge," he stated blankly, his eyes falling shut. "why?" god, why can't Soraru keep his questions to himself? Soraru watches as Araki lifted his shoulder in a small shrug.
"just because." Araki pauses, leaning forward smoothly. Soraru wonders how those self-inflicted wounds never hurt when Araki moves. Instead, the older moves like fluid grace, every movement graceful and smooth. "I think you know why," he added quietly, and Soraru held in a scoff.

"you have no rights to be insecure," was what Soraru stated, but Araki just laughs. "you didn't know what happened when I'm a kid, you have no rights to decide for me." Soraru felt an urge to hug Araki, but settled for a small tap against the older's clenched fist. It was their secret signal, for comforting the other when they are distressed. Araki relaxed a little, but still, a frown is present on his face. "this is a mistake," he finally announces, his eyes flitting to Soraru for a split second. Then he is up, grimacing slightly when he stood, but otherwise, he looked every inch of the confident young man Soraru had fallen for.
"you know you can always talk to me," Soraru whispered, and Araki cracked a small smile. "I can't," he replied simply, before letting the door shut behind him.

a/n : aight guys, what do you guys think about araki? do y'all still think araki is the bad guy?
also, double updates, yay
ik this chapter is not the one you guys are expecting lmao, but like feel free to comment your thoughts.

my thoughts on this chapter : my ex never did that, she is a real bitch, through and through, but eh, I think this is a twist-ish in this book? anyway, this never happened irl, but everything else did. mafu can be like.. He is like my friend, this one depicted as hashiyan? yeah, he was with me the whole time. im alright and fine rn, and I still regret doing things so damn far, but I still cut. idk, y'all will see. sorry for the long a/n guys.
-aru