Everything was either numb or too much for you nowadays. The only way you could escape it was hurting yourself in some way. Ranging from starving yourself to the cuts on various parts of your body; it was always something. You had essentially become a punching bag for yourself. You didn’t feel okay.

But you had someone. Someone who though didn’t like that he did, understood the pain you went through on a daily basis. He had been there for you when others hadn’t. He had done the things for you that others never did. Not that you never got the occasional sass, but he was gentler.

Now here you sat on the edge of your bed, holding a blade to your limb. An empty look cast over you features, and you were so deep in thought you didn’t realize the quiet opening of a door. Only after a few moments did a voice startle you out of your thoughts. “Don’t.”

Kunikuzushi. He seemed almost desperate. He had lost so many people, and he couldn’t lose you too. Not to yourself. He wanted to protect you, to say it would be alright. He was going to.