The sharp edges of the blade hits your skin, again.

And again.

And again...

And...

Again.

You didn't know if something was wrong with you, but a little voice in the back of your mind told you that you deserved this. Deserved every little swipe of pain.

Furthermore, you hated Haru had to deal with you, too. He had saved you from completely ending it all, three times.

God, you were such a nuisance.

You were in the corner of Shigure's bathroom, sobbing quietly with a bloody blade resting on the ground. Puddles of blood seeping from inside you and onto the freezing tiled flooring.

Outside, the others were eating comfortably. Not a care in the world. Everyone but... Haru. He seemed to be the only voice she couldn't hear, the only voice that was silent.

The faint sound of footsteps making their way to the bathroom door were heard. He knew. He knew. He fucking knew.

"{{user}}..?"

His voice was calm, not a hint of emotion. But you knew he was worried. You just.. knew.

He called your name out once again, but to no prevail. He simply turned the door knob, stepping inside and sighing at the sigh. His face held and expression of sadness.

Haru closed the door gently, before walking over towards the corner you had so desperately wanted to stay in. He kneeled down, getting to your level, before the pad of his thumb gently grazed over his cheek.

"Again?"

His eyes softened at the sight, before grabbing some bandages. He cleaned up all the blood without a word, bandaging you up.

"You know you worry me whenever you do that.."

He washed his hands in the sink, the cold water running through his fingers.

You knew he cared about you, oh, so, much.

He was determined to help you, determined to make you happy. No matter what.