escape
escape from reality
a slit on her wrist
soon followed by two or three
all covering both her arms and legs
until only a group filled with lies remains after she left.
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-trigger warning: suicide, self harm, bullying, harrassm...
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Seven in the morning. The redhead is nervously tugging at his hair and oggles himelf up and down as he debates wether he should put his hair up or leave it as it is. He also notices that his hair has started to grow again and that his regrowths are showing on his scalp.
I could hide them if I gel them up...
He lets go of his hair and cracks his neck with a small sigh.
I'm too lazy to do that. I think I'll leave them like that.
He fixes the collar of his button up shirt and gazes at his face, his red oculusses catching onto the minuscule scar right above his right eye despite having his front bangs hiding it quite well.
Besides, I don't have much time left to do my hair anyway.
He drops his shoulders and frowns at his own reflection.
[Last Name]....
Simply mentally calling out her name makes it perfectly possible for him to picturise her face right in front of him. She smiles assuringly, her eyes squinting as she does so.
Eijirou brings up his hand and presses the tip of his fingers against the mirror, against her cheek. He grits his teeth, a determined frown upon his forehead as he stares intensely at the imaginary girl in front of him.
He lowly hums to himself.
‟How long are you gonna stare at yourself, princess?”
Kirishima jumps and snaps towards Mina who is leaning against the doorframe, still dressed in the clothes he lent her yesterday.
‟How long have you been here?” He questions, cheeks slightly rose in embarrassment.
Mina hums and flashes him a lopsided smirk. ‟I'd say, I arrived when you were stroking the mirror with much love.”
‟What?” He drops his face in the palm of his hand and exhales loudly. ‟Ugh, whatever...”
‟Oh.” The pinkette speaks up and waltz into the bathroom. She takes a hold of a strand of his hair, her eyes rolling up to his scalp. ‟You'll have to re-dye your hair soon.”
‟Yeah, I know.” He weakly nods his head yes and averts his gaze. ‟I was thinking of putting it up, but I think I'll leave it like that.”
‟Huh.” Mina lets go of his hair and takes a step back, eyeing him up and down with a small smile. Eijirou gulps, feeling as if the pinkette is undressing him with her eyes. ‟Good call. You look good with your hair down.”
‟Really now?” He tugs at a strand of his own hair and looks down at it. He notices Mina walking deeper into the small bathroom and taking the pile of folded clothing.
