Attack On Titan / SNK One Shots

Reiner x (Self-Harm) Berthold (Modern AU)

{Sorry, this one really sucks, but I hope you like it. Please exuse any typos that may have slipped my eye. c;} (Also, I learned to spell Berthold by reading various fanmade stuff, so now I can's stop spelling it like that. Sorry if it is incorrect.)

"We're gonna miss the movie if ya' don't hurry up, Berthold!" Reiner's loud booming voice echoed around Berthold's fair-sized apartment.

"S-Sorry!" Berthold could be heard from his room.

Reiner had invited his 'best friend' to the movies to see a new horror movie that he'd wanted to see for a year. Reiner hadn't stopped talking about it for weeks; he kept pestering Berthold until he accepted the invite. Berthold was cautious about the whole deal due to him finding scary movies tedious, and, well, scary, but he agreed for Reiner's sake.

Reiner was growing impatient. The movie was starting in twenty minutes, and it took longer than that to get to the movie theater. He got up from Berthold's old beat up couch and strode to his friend's bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his dark grey hoodie before placing his hand on the door knob. He twisted the handle and stepped into the room.

"Berthold, yo-" Reiner stopped mid-sentence as he stared at the tall man.

Berthold was shoving various glistening razors of different sizes into a small shoe box. He whipped around, his nose and eyes red, and stared at Reiner.

"I told you not to come in here! I'm almost ready!" Berthold said, a frightened tone in is voice. The taller guy walked up to Reiner, his form blocking Reiner's vision of the straight razors.

Reiner gripped Berthold's black shirt in his fist, his eyebrows creased towards the middle of his brow. "What are those?"

Berthold's cheeks grew red, his eyes watering. "Nothing, Reiner! Get out, please." Berthold used his own broad hand to try and push away Reiner's.

Reiner clutched onto Berthold's wrist, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt to his elbow. Old scars, scabbing cuts, and newly made gashes engraved Berthold's pale wrist. "Berthold, wh-"

"Fuck, Reiner." Berthold ripped his hand away from Reiner's grasp and wiped the tears that now began to cascade down his cheeks.

"Why are you cutting, Berthold?"

"Reiner, just leave it." Berthold sniffled and grabbed for his jacket. "Let's just go to the movie."

Reiner slammed the bedroom door behind him and glared up at Berthold angrily, but his eyes were clouded with sadness. "No, fuck the movie." He seethed, walking to the bed and grabbing a razor from the box, holding it up. "Why the hell are you cutting? Is it because some assholes? I told you, I'll fuck 'em up for you."

Reiner was mad. Berthold knew he would be if he found out, but Berthold planned on him not. The tears didn't stop coming. Berthold couldn't prevent them. He just wiped the tears away from his cheeks, only for them to be replaced with fresh ones seconds later. He avoided eye contact with Reiner as he spoke, his cheeks warm and red. "A lot of reasons. Too many."

"Hell, I got time." Reiner said with his deep voice, which was now deeper due to anger, and flicked the razor back into the box.

"Self-hate, mostly." Berthold whispered halfheartedly.

Reiner arched his exquisite eyebrows. "Explain." He retorted.

Berthold bent his neck and rubbed his face in his hands. "I look around and I see all these happy couples together..."

"You slit your wrists because you don't have a girlfriend?"

"Jesus, no!" Berthold shouted, leaning against the wall. "You wouldn't understand..."

Reiner scoffed loudly, crossing his arms. "Try me."

"I-J-Just forget about it, Reiner."

"No, Berthold, just fuckin' tell me alre-"

Berthold cut him off, avoiding eye contact once again, and whispered quietly. "Reiner, I'm gay."

A smirk pulled at Reiner's lips and he pushed Berthold against the wall, grabbing the cuff of his shirt and pulling him close. Reiner leaned forward, pressing his lips forcefully to Berthold's. Berthold was shocked and his eyes were wide, but then felt a bit saddened when Reiner pulled away, wiping a strand of saliva that hung from their mouths.

"Don't you ever put those razors to your wrists ever again."