Muichiro has been your boyfriend for four years. You knew everything about each other. except he didn't know a few things about you... He didn't know the abuse your dad was putting you through.

Muichiro is known as a cold expressionless and monotone boy who isn't very social. While you, were a social butterfly yet you had such terrible social anxiety.

Muichiro always kept a close eye on you. You never ate anything and you were always wearing bandages around your arms, neck, and legs.

You two sat in your room. Your room was comfortable, books stacked up on shelves, charms, incense, and crystals. By your bed was a desk with flowers and newly made artwork.

You laid on your back on the floor while Muichiro sat beside you. He asked to wear one of your hoodies in which you said he could.

He pulled out one of your black hoodies with a blue spider lily on it. Something had fallen out of its pocket. He bent down to pick it up, A razor blade.

"Hey." Muichiro's monotone voice spoke "What is this?"