~❀ Hanahaki disease ❀~ || ~Kaito's POV

{ Part 3 ~ spiralling }

i just stared at his arm in disbelief "...how did this happen...?? y.... you didn't do that... did you...??" my mind filled with concern, this is my fault... he's acting suicidal, and it's all my fault... "yeah, because random people just come and attack your wrists out of the blue" he said, sarcastically "of course I did it!! what the hell? you think someone else did this to me??"

"....you......cut...." i only managed to get two words out before trying as hard as I could to act normal again. "you're such a freaking idio-!!" i was cut off by the bell ringing for homeroom. i took one last look at him then walked over to my seat, scared, confused and concerned.

I chose to not talk to him for the rest of the day, the guilt I felt was massive, and I couldn't deal with seeing him in that state again.

I walked home alone after school, the only thing going through my mind being Aiko and how he'd cut himself like that..

It s all my fault...

I felt tears filling up my eyes, and ran the rest of the way home, bursting through the door, ignoring my family's surprised questions of "what's wrong?" "are you okay?" "what happened?"

They didn't need to know.

My family had had a long connection with his. Ever since we first became friends in preschool, our mums had had a strong connection, up until the day that his up and died.

I wonder who he lives with now..?

That was only one of the millions of thoughts streaming through my head as I burst in to my room, throwing my bag at the wall, hearing the crash of it hitting the floor, and slamming my door behind me.

That night, I skipped dinner. i crashed onto my bed and cried myself to sleep, feeling guilty as fnck for making Aiko resort to cutting himself.

...I wonder if he's doing it now...?

Little did I know, at that time, he was sitting against the wall in his bedroom, adding fresh cuts to his other arm and staring blankly at the blood that fell