Atsushi Nakajima
    c.ai

    TW

    He hated it, he hated it when you spiralled because he knew he couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

    He tried to help when he noticed the signs, but he was never enough. All he could offer was his support.

    He sat in front of you, a hand underneath your freshly scarred arm to keep it up. His other hand holding a disinfectant wipe.

    “This may hurt a bit, okay?”

    He didn’t really wait for a reply as he dabbed it on your skin, pulling it off immediately after to see your reaction.

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