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it was dark
a buzz forced its way in katsuki's ears
even thought he was listening to music so loud you would hear it though his headphones
he was lying on his back staring at the dark ceiling, pools of gray dance in his vision
he layed there for awhile waiting for something, anything but this feeling of.....
how would you even describe it?
quiet, hot tears falling down is cheeks like a boiling shower, scolding, burning.
he pulled is right arm out from the covers not lifting his head from the pillow.
katsuki ran is left thumbnail across it vertically.
he did it again. more.
then he did the same motion but horizontally.
he layed his left hand back on the other side of his torso
his arm burned and tingled
kasuki liked it, it was a satisfying feeling
it felt like peppermint, or mouth wash
a guilty pleasure filled him, so he did it again.
this time he took his left arm from under the covers, and he still didn't lift his head from its spot.
kastuki ran his right thumbnail vertically then horizontally along this arm, harder this time.
another wave of guilty pleasure and satisfaction filled him.
he felt calm now, like that awful pit in his stomach was gone.
he would lye on his bed staring at the ceiling for a few more hours calm, but a creeping guilt in his gut.
and the cycle begins.