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Kusuda Aina x Singer! Depressed! Female! Reader pt. 2

Here is your request thereisnone143! I'm really, really, REALLY sorry you had to wait for like months for this pt. 2...

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

As I left my house to buy some food I saw Kussun and I quickly turned away,
"(Y/N)!" I cursed under breath and just sigh and turned to her direction again.

"What do you want?" I asked and she panted,

"I just wanted to talk to you, that is all." She said and I nodded slowly, and I felt my heart throbbing,

What the hell? My heart is suddenly racing...

"Why would you want to talk to me though?" I asked and she shrug and clutched her sweater,

"I don't know why, but something gives me this urge to just talk to you..." She admitted and blushed, I on the other hand blushed as well, and I clutched the hem of my jacket,
"O-oh is t-that so?" I stuttered which shocked me and Kussun, and soon I blushed even more and looked at the ground,
"Why don't we go at my place, we can talk there." I suggested and Kussun nodded slowly, and so we went back to my home.

But what about the trip to the store to buy more food? 

I'm sure that can wait. As we both enter my home, Kussun looked around clearly surprised and amazed.
"What? Just because I live alone that doesn't mean my house is messy." I said and pouted angrily,
"I'm just surprised you are still alive somehow." She said and giggle and I puffed my right cheek,

"Wow how nice of you." I said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes and playful punched my shoulders, which felt like thousands of needles piercing me and Kussun seemed to notice,
"Did I punch too hard?" She asked worriedly and I gripped my shoulder and shook my head,

"D-don't w-worry I'm okay..." I stuttered and Kussun looked even more worried,

"You sure?" She asks once again and I nodded and we both went to the living room, I excused myself and went to my room, and took off my jacket and tried best not to remove the bandages on my arms which later then failed because the moment I took of my jacket I saw blood trickling down my right arm, I hissed in pain as I looked around and looked for my med kit, I scanned the whole room and I realized...

I left it at the kitchen...

I mentally slapped myself and just wore the jacket and ignored the pain.

And so I quickly went to the kitchen and there I saw the med kit, I quietly and quickly grab it and raced towards my room, but I was stopped because Kussun was now in front of me.
"So what is really going on?" She asks while leaning closer and I backed away and I felt my wounds opening and I felt I was being stabbed multiple times.
"(Y/N) if something is bothering you then feel free to talk to me." She said soothingly and I blushed.
"I told you it is nothing." I lied and flinched when she took off my jacket, and now shown was my wounds, my scars and my cuts.
"(Y/N)..." She was loss for words and she wanted to hug me but she knew it would hurt me so she grab my wrist and took me to my room, and she let me sit down on my bed which I did and she began treating my wounds which didn't sting much. I was surprised because of how much I cut myself a 70% or 80% alcohol doesn't even effect me anymore...
"There, now tell me why did you cut yourself?" She ask while placing down the med kit somewhere near and I didn't speak instead I glanced at my shelf filled with trophies and awards, and then my eyes landed on my guitar.
"Ever since my last concert which was years ago, the same events kept repeating my thoughts that scared me, and so I tried creating a much more painful events but no matter what I do, the concert was the only thing that repeated my thoughts. I thought I was finally losing my mind..." I confessed and Kussun listened carefully. She stood up and my eyes followed her and she walked towards my shelf and touched the glass, she glanced at me asking for permission to touch my trophies and medals and I nodded and she grab one, and grab my guitar and she placed them in front of me, and I began tearing up

I miss the day when I sang songs for everyone I miss the old days where I would win various of trophies...

"It is never to late to make a comeback." She mumble and I looked at her clearly confused.
"What do you mean?" I asked and she smiled,

"Make a new song and plan a comeback concert." She said and handed me the guitar and I looked up and saw her bright smile.

I blushed and nodded and grab my guitar and Kussun smiled once again but this time it was much more warm and jolly.

I should write a song about Kussun... And how she managed to capture my heart...