[ They sting, naturally, and he can see Rokkun's fingers twitch and curl with each pass over the cuts on his wrist. But he doesn't pull his hand away, letting Komaeda poke and prod and feed his curiosity until it's sated and he can cover this up and never speak of it again. ]
You could have this many too.
[ He clenches his left hand into a fist, causing more blood to seep out from the wounds. ]
cw: komaeda
You could have this many too.
[ He clenches his left hand into a fist, causing more blood to seep out from the wounds. ]
I remember each and every one.
[ Is this hope? ]