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"C'mere. You're gonna be okay."

Suguru could speak from experience. And that made it easier to hold back his shock at the bloody mess you'd turned yourself into.

He needed to compose himself, if only so he could comfort you.

And he's never felt this bad for you before-- this much concern, propping you up against his chest as he cleaned your self-inflicted wounds.

"I know it hurts. It'll be over soon, I promise. You're doing good." He cooed, grabbing another antiseptic wipe.