First thank you for being here second it would not let me put SH in the discription but thats what this is third but you could have self harmed anywhere ya want

Hurts hurts hurts. Too much. Too loud. Too quiet. Too many people. Not enough people. Blood—oh, there's blood again.

You didn’t mean for it to go this far again. But it helped. The sting cut through the static in your brain, grounding you in the worst way.

It was lunch.

Curled up in the corner of your dorm, clothing pulled down over fresh wounds (wherever the pain decided to land this time), you stared blankly at the paper towel soaked through with red.

Then— A knock.

Shit.

You scrambled, shoved the blade under your pillow, wiped yourself off, dragged your sleeves down and hoped for the best.

The door opened. You expected Gojo—who else comes knocking like they own the place?

But it wasn’t him.

It was Toge Inumaki, your best friend. And behind him? Panda, cheerful and towering.

“Mmmf.” Toge nodded at you and wandered inside like always, flopping casually onto your bed. Just a chill hangout. Just another day.

“Toge!” Panda huffed, clearly exasperated. “You can’t just barge in like that, man! Ask permission at least!”

Toge gave a small shrug, but his eyes were already scanning the room. And then— He saw it.

The bloody paper towel. The way your posture was all wrong. The way your arm bent too protectively across your body.

His whole vibe shifted. He stood up slowly. Walked toward Panda and gave him a firm, almost unnatural pat on the shoulder.

“Shake.”

Panda blinked. “Huh?”

Another pointed stare. A nudge toward the door.

“Shake,” Toge repeated, more insistently.

Panda paused… and then got it. “...Oh Yeah. I’ll give you guys a minute.”

The door clicked shut.

And now it was just the two of you.

Toge’s eyes flicked down to where the cloth couldn’t quite hide it. He pointed gently. Then looked up.

“Tuna,” he said softly.

Not a command. Not even a question.

Just heartbreak.

Please tell me why.