Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Happiness

Shota's POV:

I got to my apartment and threw the basket down on the kitchen floor. I sprinted for the bathroom and coughed up more blood. I was always coughing and there was usually a little blood and a petal or two, but I got real bad when I thought about Hizashi. "Fuck Hanahaki." I slowly walked out of the bathroom and to my basket of sheets, now flung across the kitchen.

I picked them up and walked towards my bed to put them on. As I was putting the sheets on, I thought. I tried to distance myself from people. Nemuri, Toshinori,... Hizashi. Somehow though, Nemuri crept back into my life. She was like an older sister to me. "It's fine. We are just colleagues talking about our jobs. I'll make it clear that we're NOT friends." I plopped down on my bed, knowing damn well that I won't fall asleep.

I decided to grab my blade and a pack of smokes and walked towards the window. I had been looking out the window a lot lately. Life was more stressful now and I guess it just calmed me down. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag, before picking up my blade. I felt comfortable there, cigarette in mouth, blade in hand, the night laid gently over the city. I felt the cold metal on my wrist as it lightly touched. This was the only fun I ever had nowadays.

Just as I was about to slide the blade into my skin, I had and idea. I put the blade into my pocket (fully intending to use it soon) and using my scarf, swung myself onto the roof. I sat down and sighed. It was quite breezy out, but I didn't mind having my hair out of my face for once. I actually liked the outside, I just didn't like the things IN it. People, Sound, Problems. It was nice up here. The only way up, was through a maintenance hatch and the way I came up, I guess. Completely alone.

I looked out among the city for a while before pulling out the blade and running it down my arm. I felt as it ran over the old scars and scabs. I loved the feeling. It was weird, yes, but I loved it. I took out all the hatred I had on myself this way and got to punish myself for being such a mess up. I watched the blood seep down my arm, and feeling content, layed back. Cutting was the only thing that gave me joy. The only happiness I felt... ever since UA.

3rd Person POV:

The two boys were on the roof, giggling. The raven haired boy was quite introverted and rarely laughed, but was actually quite happy and content with his life (despite having a complicated home life), and wasn't afraid to show it infront of his dear friend Hizashi. "Ok. You should get down now before that old geezer 'Gran Torino' sees you and we get detention again." It was after school, but they had a few hours before school ACTUALLY closed. They were the last students there. Shota jumped down off the roof gate and sat down next to his friend,smiling. "Haha, ok. It was fun though."

3rd Person POV:

The now much older man just chuckled. Those days were very fond to him, and he would do anything to get them back, even if he held a grudge on the blond. Shota had been up on the roof for a few hour now, just thinking. He watched at the sunrise started to peak over cityscape horizon, it's golden yellows and rich pinks painted over the tall buildings and causing even the cracked, downtown, windows to glisten. He sighed before throwing his cigarette butt, grabbing his blade, and swinging back down to his apartment to take a shower.

Word count *not including authors note*: 657

Holy shit, I had to write that chapter TWICE cause fucking WATTPAD didn't save. >:( Anyways, sorry for bot posting for that past few days. I will be posting 3 more chapters tonight (4 in total) to make up for the 4 days I missed.

Another thing that I would like to mention, is that the other day, I was reading a story belonging to ChildOfErasermic . While reading, I noticed how the story line (the beginning part of Hizashi returning and Shota not wanting to have to deal with him) was quite similar. I'm 100% sure that they wrote their story before mine so it might have seemed like I copied. If it seems like that, I'm sorry 😅 I just based my book off how Hizashi seems to have very "American" mannerisms and how it would be cool if he once lived their, yah know.

No one said anything to me about this, this is just a self observation.