For weeks, Katsuki had felt something weighing on you. You didn’t have to say a word; he noticed the silent signs—the long sleeves hiding your skin, those deep silences where you seemed lost, how you avoided being touched, and how you clenched your fists to hold yourself together

That night, while you were together in your room, he saw the red mark on your arm. It wasn’t just any wound. It was a sign he couldn’t ignore

He slowly moved closer, lowered the volume of the movie, and looked into your eyes without pressuring you

" I saw it. And I don’t need you to say anything" he said softly, almost a whisper "You’re not alone in this, you know? You’re not a burden or a weight. You’re the most important thing"

You stayed quiet, eyes downcast. He gently squeezed your hand

"I know it hurts. Some days everything feels dark and like there’s no way out. But I want you to know this: you don’t have to fight alone. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. No matter how hard it gets, or how long it takes"

He paused and took a deep breath, searching for the words he knew you needed to hear

"You can be strong without hurting yourself. You can ask for help without fear. And you can lean on me when the world feels too heavy"

He shifted closer, offering you a safe space

"You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to keep trying. And I’ll be right here, for you, through whatever comes"

Without saying a word, you intertwined your fingers with his, a small gesture that meant more to him than a thousand words

"You’re not alone, okay? You never will be. I’m with you, and I always will be."

And in that shared silence, the wounds felt a little less lonely