Two with one crown (UshiTen)

Cuts (part 17)

Warning: this chapter contains self harm (cutting) If you are uncomfortable or offended by that subject, please refrain from reading. This: ><><><>< will signify when it starts and ends so you can skip that part.

Ushijima tried to ignore the voices in the back of his head, they said things like "He never wanted to be your friend." And "He was just using you." He didn't want to believe it.

The walk home for him was just as lonely as the walk to school. Usually he enjoyed being on his own, but without Tendou walking with him, something felt empty. Like something was missing. The same went for Tendou, to be honest he hated being all alone in silence. He never liked hanging around a bunch of annoying people, but he always wanted something like music to accompany him.

Silence had never been his friend.

He walked into his house and took off his shoes, rushing through the living room, just barely making it past his dad. He climbed up the stairs hastily, but before he entered his room he caught a quick glance of his dad peering out the window. He's probably looking to see if I walked home with Ushijima. He thought. Pathetic.

The red head locked his bedroom door and sat down on his bed. He set down his backpack, swinging his legs onto the bed and resting his head on his headboard. He sighed, one tear falling and then another. He felt horrible ignoring Ushijima and saying all of the things he did to him. But his dad did tell him not to hang out with him. If he caught the two boys together, who knows what he would do to Tendou. Or worse; to Ushijima.

His dad wasn't a bad guy. Him and Tendou weren't very close, but he really tried to get to know Tendou and be as good of a dad as he could. Tendou knew that, and as much as he wanted to have a better relationship with him, he could never get to close.

Because his dad was highly homophobic,

and Tendou always knew he was gay.

He pulled out the top drawer from his bed side table and took out the green scissors from inside. He held them in his hands for a moment, debating. He had still gotten away with wearing bandages and cloths around his wrists, but soon enough the team would start asking questions. He was safe to do it on his thighs for a little bit longer, but eventually he'd run out of room. Why do the jerseys have to be so short. Plus, he always preferred his wrists and arms anyways.

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He laced the scissors along his upper thigh, almost tempting himself before pushing the sharper blade down. He moved the scissors side to side, pushing them down more and more as he went. His tears still fell as small beads of blood blossomed out of his pierced skin, soon forming together and dripping down his leg.

One after another, he continued making the deep wounds on his thigh. After making about 4 or 5, he wiped his tears and got up to wipe the scissors off. The new wounds accompanied the old scars, reminding him of all he had to be sad about. Yet the thought of Ushijima clouded his mind, causing him to break down once again.
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HI I AM SO SORRY I HAD NO INSPIRATION FOR THIS CHAPTER OR HONESTLY ANY CHAPTER AHH! I'm also really sorry that I was gone for a week I had thanksgiving break and I couldn't update this. But I did get my phone back! (Finally) Also I watched The Promised Neverland and I no longer have any tears left in me.

-Carbon

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