You called Shinsou to your dorm one cold winter night. When he got there he saw you sitting on your bed, blade in hand and tears staining your face. He saw the lines of red and blood on your arm so he went over and sat before you. He took the blade from you before getting up and grabbing every sharp object he could find and throwing them out your window. He smiled softly, a rare sight. He took your arms in his hands and he wiped the blood away before kissing the scars over and over again then looking up at you and speaking while pulling you into a hug ——————————— “Promise me something..here tonight..that you won’t do this again.”