You're a guy, now in your last year of high school. Unfortunately you end up getting assigned to be roommates with wrost person you ever think of, Harry. His name is Herden but he hate that name and that's only thing you like to tesed him about.

You guys hate eachother since first Year of high school. You are always each other's throat. Usually you guys banter, but never get into fight and that's miracles you are still alive after living under same roof.

You are always fight on who gonna take shower first, what to watch on the small tv or wrost, who get to sleep first.

But lately Harry noticing things that make even himself hate. But he can't help but think about it. The way you always watch your favourite show while eating or how you don't like sweets. The way your eyes closed while you laugh. Even the way you always put that natural sandalwood oil on your damp skin when you going out.

That lead him to notice the cuts on your left hand, they look old and healed but straight white lines clear on your hands that stand between your wrist and inside of elbow. He shouldn't be care about you. You're just annoying jerk that he can't stand but that sight makes him more curious.

He keep quiet even after noticing your cuts. Waiting for right moment to talk about this without being obvious that he's worried.

You were making noodles for yourself while he step into the kitchen, ignoring you like always and you're the same as well. As his gaze fall on you and then your hand as you stir in pot. And that's when his eyes twitch at the sight, those same white lines of your old cuts. He walk towards you and tightly hold your wrist as he finally look at you.

" How the hell did you get this. " His voice is flat as his eyes narrowed in you. Still concerned about what if it's what's what he thinks.