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Scars.
Scars are beautiful, aren't they? Whether or not they're self-inflicted, they're always beautiful.
It shows how strong a person is, how far they've come and shaped them as a person.
They always have deep meanings behind them.
Maybe that's why Giyū likes them.
The man laid in the dimly lit room, staring up at the ceiling, his face felt gross and sticky from crying, his eyes all puffed up and red, his lips still trembling.
His body ached, his limbs felt as if they were burning.
He laid in his boxers and boxers alone, leaving a bare canvas for giyū to experiment on, which he happily did.
His usual pale skin now painted with red, some fresh, some dried out.
A clean razor beside him, well as clean as one can be while covered in blood.
Why did giyū do this?
It's simple..he was tired. He was exhausted from his life, he had no reason to keep moving forward. He saw no reason as to why he should keep going, it was futile.
Despite being littered with scars, he never once found his own pretty. His were revolting, a terrible flaw, a burden.
But 𝘩𝘪𝘴—
𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪.
His scars were beautiful, they were gorgeous to giyū, he wanted to lean and kiss each and every one of them.
He loved everything about his crush, his best friend, his..boyfriend.
Ah..giyū really hopes sanemi would forgive him for this, he doesn't want to hurt sanemi but he doesn't know what else to do.
Giyū would sigh, sitting up slowly and carefully, groaning in pain as each of the cuts he had caused started to burn and ache, leaving him with a never ending pain.
He'd look over to his night stand, grabbing both his phone and his razor before getting up on wobbly feet.
He'd shuffle out of his room and into the bathroom, he'd lock the door behind him as he climbed into his bathtub with a small smile on his face.
This was it. The last time he'd have to deal with all the pain in his heart of both his first love and sister, the pain of being a disappointment, a burden.
He shouldn't be here, he doesn't deserve to be alive, he never did.
He'd slowly turn the tap, watching the water slowly fill the tub. It didn't take long before the clear water turned into a crimson red because of his cut up legs.
He'd raise his phone up, unlocking it before pressing on the phone app. He'd go to his recents before pressing on his lover's number which he had saved as 'my world' to give him a call.
He sucked in air as he placed the phone on the closed toilet seat, leaving it on speaker, listening to the ringing with baited breath.
It was now or never.
He'd then lift up the raiser, aiming for his veins as he cut deep into his skin, biting his shoulder to muffle his scream as tears started to stream down his cheeks again.
Just as he was about to put the blade down in satisfaction with his work, he was startled with a rough yet soft voice from his phone.
"𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶?"
His lover, sanemi, calls out to him in the softest voice imaginable, as if he knows giyū isn't feeling his best right now.
He always used that tone whenever giyū went to him to deal with his usual breakdowns.
"Hello.."
He'd reply, his own voice hoarse from all the crying and screaming.
"Are you okay?"
Giyū felt his heart flutter at such a simple question, sanemi was just so perfect to him it was hard not to.
The water kept on rising, now reaching till his upper torso, right above his pecs. Quickly, giyū turned off the taps as he leaned back again, the bloodied water squishing around as he moved.
"Bad day, hun?"
He could hear sanemi speak up again, possibly because he himself didn't reply to the previous question.
He'd only reply with a simple hum, his eyes slowly feeling droopy. He could tell the pills were taking effect now.
He had to quickly do it now.
He'd clear his throat before speaking up.
"Sanemi."
"Yeah?"
"I love you. Thank you for everything."
"I love you too— what do you mean?"
Giyū goes quiet, a somewhat larger smile appearing on his face as he rests his head on the tiles. His limbs felt heavy, both the pills and amount of cuts making the situation go faster than it should.
"Giyū? Giyū are you okay?"
He could hear his beloved ask from over the phone, the sound of running over a wooden floor could be heard.
Giyū felt too tired to reply, he was exhausted.
"Giyū!! Stay on the line, I'm coming for you."
Despite how calm Sanemi sounded, Giyū knew he was scared, he was panicking inside. Giyū knows he would've panicked if he and sanemi swapped places.
He was selfish for making his lover worry about him one last time but he wanted to hear his voice.
"Genya— call the damn ambulance for god sake!"
If giyū could, he would've chuckled.
The sounds of a door being closed and a bike engine igniting could be heard.
It didn't take long for the line to cut.
Both from the phone.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘺𝘶.