Hinata hates fire, he's utterly afraid of it, he hates how his puffy orange hair reminds him of the stinging inferno that burnt his family down to the ground, he hates how his right eye held yellow blazes of flames. He hates how it took the sight of his left eye, he hates the mental and physical scars that the fire left with the ashed bodies of his loved ones.
But as long as he's distracted by the bloodied lines of his stomach and thighs, the cold, but comforting razor sliding against his anemic skin, he's okay with it, for now. Even if it's a really bad habit, he felt welcomed, the silver blade that pulled against the base of his pale epidermis, it understands him, even if it hurts, he can't stop...
No one's really there to save him anyway.
Boyxboy
Trigger Warning:
Self-Harm
Brief mentions of bullying
Mentions of attempted rape
Attempted suicide
Night terrors
Gruesome nightmares
Panic attacks
Verbal and Emotional Abuse
Brief moments of Physical abuse
Death of Loved Ones
This is a Hinata-centric.
Enjoy!