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[BEDROOM 10:00]
“m-mion. you can look away if you want to. it’s a pretty awful scar.”
“i’ll be fine.”
“no, really…if-“
“doc, look at my arms. trust me. i can handle it.”
“…alright then.”
…
“holy shit.”
“how did…how did this happen?”
“i told you already. she did this to me.”
“all because i…wanted to get away from her.”
“and you stitched that all up by yourself?”
“yeah. i-it wasn’t easy. that’s for sure.”
“i know it’s really bad. honestly, i should be thankful i’m still alive.”
“…sorry.”
“what?”
“i’m sorry for asking why you always wear so many layers. if.. i knew this was the reason, i would’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“mion, it’s fine. you didn’t know.”
“besides, i think i understand how you feel.”
“well, it’s not really the same thing.”
“my scars…yeah, they hurt at first. but i can easily patch them up and make the bleeding stop. then forget about it for a little while.”
“yours could’ve literally killed you.”
“that’s true…”
“s-still. we have some form of common ground.”
“do you also hide it from your family?”
“well. yeah.”
“if my parents found out i had an injury this huge, i wouldn’t be allowed to leave my house ever again.”
“same here. kinda.”
“i-i know it’s just one scar..but. sometimes it feels like my whole body has been destroyed.”
“like. it’s something i don’t want to be in anymore. i’d do anything to start over.”
…
“…sorry. t-that’s a bit too personal. i’ve just never really talked to anyone about this before.”
“no. no. i get it.”
“sometimes i feel like i destroyed myself just because i can’t get over anything.”
“don’t say that, mion. you were in a really bad place.”
“yeah, i know. but the looks on my parents faces when they found out wasn’t worth it.”
“either way…i’m happy i found someone i can relate to just a bit. even if it’s in a game where we have to kill eachother.”
“right.”
…
“hey, mion.”
“yeah?”
“i hope this isn’t too much for you. but, you both have problems regarding self harm and an eating disorder. right?”
“i already got over the eating disorder, man. don’t even worry about it.”
“ah, i see.”
“but still, i was wondering. if we get out of here, do you want me to help you recover? or find recovery.”
…
“w-what?”
“well. considering your family has done nothing to really help you, and they sent you to a mental hospital. twice. i think you need real support.”
“i’m not a psychological doctor. but i think i can be some sort of service.”
“…y-you’d really do that for me?”
“of course. you’re my friend. when you get home, i don’t want you to feel like you’re all alone again.”
“you live on the other side of the country, though.”
“doesn’t matter how far we are from eachother. me and denden will find a way to support you.”
“i promise.”
“…wow, shingo. i don’t know what to say.”
“thank you.”
“y-you don’t have to accept my help if you don’t want it! i was…offering.”
“pfft. it’s fine. i’ll definitely think about it.”
“you’re a real good guy.”
“thank you, mion. i’m just glad you’re alright.”
…
“sooo, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…”
“you feel comfy showering together? or nah?”
…
“…i think that’d be fine.”
“really?”
“you feel comfortable enough?”
“yes.”
“like. 100% sure?”
“yeah. definitely. i trust you.”
“…well, if you say so.”
“i’ll go start up the water. you wait here.”
“of course.”