You make me sane (dear Starboy!Tord x Reader)

New neighbour

(Tord has lived there for a year reader just moved in)

The thoughts of self harm echoed in his head as he reached for the knife on the kitchen counter. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, he then raised his pink sleeves and started to carve out small stars on his arms, biting his lip to keep in the screams, but he couldn't contain his soft whimpers.
He exhaled another time after he was done, and he cleaned the knife, then put it back on the counter...

He jumped as he heard a car door shut, his adrenaline pumping, mind racing, and cheeks burning.
He then ran as fast as he could up the stairs, into his room, and onto his bed acting as casual as possible.
His Parents walked into his room, and his mother spoke, "would you like to meet the new neighbours?"
He nodded vigorously and faked a toothy smile, showing the gap between his teeth.
His dad then spoke, " okay bud are you ready?" He smiled back as Tord got up from his bed.

"This is miss. (L/n) and mister. (L/n), mister and missus (L/N) this is my son, Tord," Tords mother spoke.
Then after a while of talking and joking they tried to let Tord get to know (Y/N) but failed, as they sat in their room cooped up.
Tord was really looking forward to talking to them, and really wanted to get to know them, but
no.

Tord was sitting in his bed reading his favourite book copy, and lighting his pink, rose scented candles, when suddenly he heard someone singing, and playing the guitar. They have... a surprisingly lovely voice... he thought as he listened.
That's it. He couldn't take it anymore. He started to sing along with the unknown singer, until they stopped abruptly.
"Did you just talk?" They said as they looked out the window and at a small, grey, tabby cat, who was sitting on a tree branch.
"Are you that gullible kitten?" They heard the heavy accent of the fair male, and laid their guitar on the bed. They looked out to see the male holding a bag of cherries and sitting on his windowsill.
"Who are you, and don't call me that." They said sternly, he's probably gay, they thought looking at his star speckled pink sweater, noticing he was wearing short shorts, and that he shaved.
"One I'm Tord, and you're (Y/N)" he said smiling, eating another cherry.
"No duh, it freaking late, 12:47 to be exact, so what are you doing?"
"I should be asking you the same, but to answer your question, I was reading my favourite book and I was about to go on to my roof to start star gazing." He picked up a cherry, held it close to his lips, when suddenly his smile and face met a familiar friend, a frown.
He put the cherry back in the bag and zipped the bag up, placing it in a small fridge he had next to his bed, then clearing his throat.
"I should get going," he said as a tint of pink flew up to his cheeks.
"Uhm, goodby- GOODNIGHT!" He chuckled nervously.
He closed his window and curtains as he smiled to them, but as soon as he closed the curtains he started to cry, and wince in agony.
He then checked if (Y/N) was asleep and to his surprise they were already in bed.
He started to climb onto the tree right outside his window and he dropped down, once on the floor he ran to a place he knew well, his haven.