TW: SH, mentions of abuse

Today was the day, the big match. You practiced everyday nonstop even during the weekend, this was nothing new to you, but this match is important... your parents are coming, you want to impress them, make them love you, no one wants a child that loses.

Timeskip

It's the end of the match and you came in third... your family is ashamed... your farther looks like he's ready to hit you, but it's nothing new... he did it all the time when you practiced together, one hit for every mistake, you had to be perfect...

Back at training grounds

It's been five hours and you haven't let go of your club hitting the ball over and over not stopping, everyone has tried to stop you even miss Aria. Not even Gaiwan can stop you, and your like a sibling to him...

You decided to stop, the cuts littering your arms a starting to burn, you roll up your sleeves, your arm is still bleeding, scars from past cuts are glaring at you.

"Whatever..." you thought, and kept going

It has now been seven hours and your hands are bleeding, but you don't care, you could care less

"Stop."

You kept going, you knew who it was, but then again. You. Don't. Care. Wanglian suddenly throws you over his shoulder and you drop the club, realizing how bloody and messed up your hands are. Wanglian carried you to his dorm. Once you arrived he sat you on the bed kneeling in front of you, staring at your arms

"How long have you been cutting?"

You are silent

Sigh "never mind..."

He grabbed a med kit and started to tend to your wounds