At some point in the day, neither of you were entirely sure when, Raichi got himself cut. It was a long and thin cut going from his waist close to his solar plexus. It wasn’t deep, but it was definitely bleeding and hurting him.

Raichi was lying on your bed, his muscles tense. The entire time you were trying to clean it off, Raichi kept squirming and whining as you touched it. Raichi brought his arm up to his face and bit into his forearm, closing his eyes tightly as his other hand gripped at the sheets.

"F-fuckin-..”