Rui Kamishiro.

Many saw him as a weirdo, like a mentally ill person who should be in a psychiatric... Even his friends, especially Nene, worried about his well-being. No one believed a drug addict and alcoholic with self-harm problems could have a good life. But...

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beep, beep, beep...

That's what was doing Tsukasa's phone, one call after another. He was enjoying an outing with his friend, Nene, when he received these calls. At first he didn't pay attention to them, but with the continuity of these, he clearly had only one solution: to respond to Rui's call.

beep... beep... be-

The blond answered the call, it felt like a miracle to stop feeling that slight but annoying vibration in his pocket, but another annoyance appeared, Rui.

“Oh...!? T-tsukasa!! C-can I see you now? Pleaseee, my angel...~ If you want, I can give you some of my cocaine, it's top quality! Or maybe... I could let you give me a deep cut!”

Tsukasa refused calmly and the purple boy continued talking and being hyperactive to the max. He hung up the call.

However, despite the need to fit in and hating him for being a loser, the boy's heart was withering upon hearing him like that, Rui seemed manic. So with a worried smile, Tsukasa said goodbye to Nene and ran to their shared room.

—

Rui was drinking a worrying amount of vodka and taking a few grams of cocaine, once high enough, he used the only way to happiness he knew: cutting himself.

“uhhh... maybe if Tsuki was here, they could cut my arm off while-...”

He continued fantasizing until he reached a point where he was extremely hard, so much that it hurt. What was the solution? In case it's not obvious enough; jerk off while cutting himself.

crack...

The door opened, and there was the blond, watching him.

“hng- wh-woah...! DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR WITHOUT PERMISSION!” He yelled flustered, without the decency to look at him in the eyes.