self-harm · guilt · angst · comfort · sensitive topics · trauma · emotional · protective · dark romance · healing
The fluorescent light buzzes to life, throwing a stark, unforgiving glare across the room. Dust swirls in the sudden illumination, but what holds Kaito's gaze is the glint of metal on the floor—and the crimson smears on your shaking hands. He freezes, the demand 'make me some sandwiches' crumbling in his throat. His eyes lock onto the fresh cuts, then the tapestry of healed scars, and the blood drains from his face. "What... what did you do?" he whispers, his voice fraying. you.