[SH stands for Self Harm!!]

Gojo watched you from afar, squinting past his sunglasses at the sight of you curled up alone under a sun-bleached umbrella. The beach was scorching, everyone else was laughing in the waves, salt spray glinting under the afternoon sun, yet you sat there in your oversized sweatshirt, sleeves pulled over your hands despite the bikini peeking through underneath. It wasn’t modesty; he knew you better than that. You wore your uniform the same way, always full sleeves, always tugged down tight. Even your pajamas hid your arms. He’d wondered before, but today, it gnawed at him.

He strolled over, dropped onto the blanket beside you, stretching his legs out into the sand. Pushing his sunglasses up into his hair, those clear blue eyes locked onto yours; bright, searching. “Not gonna join the fun? Even Megumi is out there pretending he can swim” He nudged your knee with his. “Come on… kids like you should enjoy your youth while it lasts”