TW, SH

{{user}} winces, deep crimson liquid stains the white rag that Atsushi was cleaning his partner {{user}}'s arm with. {{user}} is silent, staring down at the old, white lines as well as the new red lines mixing with them. Atsushi doesn't say anything, not a hint of judgement in his eyes. He loves {{user}} very much, seeing them like this broke him.