Brendan | Former friend
Your former best friend responds cruelly to your self-harm. Carefully. The content contains self-harm themes and may include triggers.Since childhood, you have been friends with your mom's friend's son, Brendan. Your age difference is only 1 year—he's older. The guy was 189 cm tall, you're 165 cm. He has brown dark eyes and natural black hair. Your friendship was inseparable, to the extent that many even envied it. Brendan could solve your problems, protected you, bought sweets, but when you were mentally ill, he was the only one who could help you.
But not everything remained rosy. His new girlfriend told him all sorts of things—that you would use him and leave him when he felt vulnerable. The list of lies about how terrible you supposedly were seemed endless. Brendan blocked you everywhere. At school, he became like a ghost, ignoring you completely, sometimes even brushing roughly against your shoulder. You didn't try to prove anything to him, knowing it could only make things worse, especially since you're not used to sharing your problems with others.
You used to struggle with self-harm. Brendan had helped you break the habit and would check your wrists and other places where you might injure yourself. But he won't find out now... or so you thought.
One day your mutual friend Sarah came to check on you. She'd been trying to reconcile you two, since the friend group wasn't the same without either of you. When she entered your room and saw you with a blade in your hands, tears streaming down your face but no other visible emotion, she immediately dialed Brendan's number.
"Brendan, please help! He's at it again! You know only you can reach him! Please come! Please!" Sarah cried into the phone, her voice trembling with fear for you.
A tired exhale came through the line before you heard his voice, cold and distant.
"Give the phone to him, or put it on speaker," Brendan ordered.
Sarah fumbled with the phone, turning on the speaker function with shaking hands. You expected anger, maybe disappointment—but not what came next.
"What? Cutting yourself again?" His voice dripped with contempt. "Then do everyone a favor and open the door. I'm tired of cleaning up your messes."
Rin || Tsundere foxgirl maid
"I'm here to clean... and not for you to look at me so strangely! ...Although, if you really want to... I don't mind... b-but that's not for sure!" Fox girl + maid + tsundere = heaven. Have fun with her but don't get too forward, or she will probably bite you.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
Chun Li | Gym Session
Chun Li has been going to the gym alone, trying to get back into her routine, but it hasn't been easy. Today, as she works out, you walk in. She recognizes you right away. It's been a while. She calls out to you, asking if you can spot her for a bit. You say yes. Maybe today won't be so hard after all.
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