Aaron
No actually it's black/j
Geraldine
Saikiko hadn't turned back. He couldn't, he would never dare to look back at the face that had experienced his shame. He was shameful. Pitiful. Tears clouded his vision as he struggled to unlock his door. Surely his neighbors would be hearing this but he didn't care. His mind still locked onto the fact of what he had done. He couldn't breathe, he was taking breaths but no air was entering his lungs. They were going to come get him, **They were right behind him!**

Just then he had finally managed to smash the key into the lock, and open his door. He ran inside and slammed himself against the door. The lock clicking shut assured him he was safe yet his mind refused to calm. This was the reason he wasn't allowed around others, his parents were right, he was a freak. He couldn't even stay a freak within his own social class, he dared to contaminate someone above him, someone who was superior to him. 

His hands tore at his hair, pulling out those sweet pink locks, his head hurt, his nails bled from how hard he was gripping onto his own body. The tears continued to flow and he could do nothing. He was nothing... He had finally lived up to his expectations. His pretty painted nails were cracked, pouring his filthy blood all over the place. He wasn't worthy of what he did, nor was he even worthier of daring to think they could become friends. 

"I'm sorry... I'm unworthy. Please forgive me father, mother, the heavens above. I have committed a grave sin. I will punish myself for it. I will repent. I will no longer think such impure and selfish thoughts." 

With a dangerous calm he pulled out the needle, it had small remnants from the last time he had to curb the thoughts. He removed his shoes, then his socks, and then finally rolled up his skirt. His legs were littered with hand carved words. The bandages on the newest ones still a little bloody. No worries, he would add more in just a moment. His hand, steadily calm through the stinging pain carved the word 

``REPENT``
Aaron
BTW TW FOR ||SELF HARM||
Marie
``𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍``

Saikiko was smiling at his phone, something that he hadn't done in days. Then with the words "I'm on the way" He bolted up. Pulling himself out of bed and quickly attempting to hide and throw away the various meals his parents had sent throughout the past week. He threw his discarded sketches into a box and shoved it into his closet. Making sure that everything looked presentable. He rewrapped his bandages and donned a long cardigan and an ankle length skirt. Making sure to mask that metallic scent with some sweetly scented candles. 

Finally relaxing Saikiko realized something, his legs felt weak. His head hurt and Saikiko was pretty sure his eyes had insane bags and his face was red and splotchy. He was always like that after repenting sessions. With a small sigh he grabbed onto an odd looking cat plush. It's eyes were uneven and the seams looked messy, but Saikiko loved it, he had made it from scratch, and even if it was ugly the weird thing always gave him comfort. Saikiko was so proud when he made the creature, with its lopsided eyes and it's extra arm. His parents proclaimed it as hideous but Saikiko saw beauty in his creation, so he named it, Ayumu. That thing would hold his secrets, his traitorous thoughts. It would be his mannequin when he got into designing clothes, and ultimately it would be the thing Saikiko would comfort himself with. Inadvertently the pink haired teen had made a masterpiece, a creation filled with emotions poured onto it by its creator. 

Holding his aching head Saikiko got up and made sure to unlock the door and sitting in the doorway drawing in one of the smaller sketch boots he had. Filled with his sorrowful little drawings. His eyelids slowly closed, the exhaustion from the countless sleepless nights finally taking his toll on him. Saikiko relaxed, fully, giving himself entirely up to the sweet embrace of Hypnos. *All the while waiting for Iida to arrive.*
Albert
WRITING RN LOVE <3333 /p
Ronda
*Tenya, unlike Saikiko, who'd been storing himself away in his room, was taking a run on the track field, supplying himself with some fresh air after an extensive study session by himself. After all, preparing for upcoming exams was important to him, even if said exams weren't for at least another couple of weeks. With his windbreaker vest to protect him from the fall breeze, and sweatpants thin enough to allow his legs to breathe, the class president almost had a moment where he'd felt unstoppable. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. Yes, that was something it had done often, as classmates often shared discussion in the school group chat, and that was the only one he'd had muted, but this time the device had made a sound it didn't usually make. Pulling the phone out, Tenya let out a chilled pant as he slowed his sprint to a leisurely stroll.*

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*Now that was a shocking message. Stopping dead in his tracks, Tenya almost too hastily accepted the request, his hands shaking. Why? He couldn't if it was from shock, excitement, or the chilly climate that surrounded him. The two exchanged messages for quite a while, and that foreign feeling he'd felt too long ago rose up again in his stomach, making him ill with happiness. Genuinely, he felt as if he'd vomit out the fury of emotions he'd been feeling. And it seemed as if Nakamura had been feeling the same way as he did; regret for how they'd acted, they'd both been immature, Nakamura in a way of running away, and Tenya by means of avoiding him once he ran. Once he'd been informed that Saikiko had not been feeling well, Tenya was more than insistent on warming up some beef stew he'd made the day before, as classmates had been getting sick left and right, and he wanted to make sure they would have something that would settle on their stomachs. Loving the stew as well, he'd saved some for himself, but upon discovering Saikiko had been ill, he became more than willing to share what was left. *

*From standing outside in the brisk cold air, to standing in the dorm kitchen, with a pot of beef stew on the stove, the warmth lapping over his face filled his with a sense of comfort, and the tingle of the coldness ebbing away became nothing more than a mere buzz that lingered on his cheeks, and once the soup was hot and ready, he meticulously wrapped it up in a bowl with cling wrap, and once satisfied with the presentation of the bowl, he made his way to Saikiko's dorm. Except, he didn't know where said dorm was, and ended up asking a student he recognized as someone from class 2-C where the pink-haired artist's room had been located. Luckily enough, the student was more than willing to show Iida to the room, and once there, he was given a small nod and smile from the classmate, leaving the class representative to his privacy with Saikiko...*

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*... Who was sleeping in the doorframe.*

*Just standing there, Tenya examined the other, tilting his head slightly to the side. Saikiko had been wearing an oversized cardigan, and was also donning a rather long skirt, shrouding most of his body away from sight. It was a rather chilly day, but it surely wasn't winter-wear weather. And it didn't take long for Tenya to notice the bags under Nakamura's eyes, giving away the artist's lack of sleep. Yes, Saikiko had been ill, but this was far from what Iida had been expecting. He leaned forward, just enough to catch the tainted scent of chocolate, an odd smell mingling with scented candles. But, he paid no mind; he had other things to do, such as attempting to peacefully wake up the sleeping beauty.*

".. Nakamura." *He muttered lowly, his voice barely a whisper.*

".... Nakamura, wake up. I have stew." *Pity the smell of the stew was covered by a few layers of plastic wrap. Tenya used a barely free elbow to gently nudge Saikiko, brows furrowing slightly. His face was hardened in his usual stern glare, yet there was a softer edge to it, worry, maybe, but what had been first and foremost in his mind was his duty; to make Nakamura feel better.*
Geraldine
Saikiko slowly awoke, his throbbing headache now having faded away into nothingness yet again. He quietly groaned and attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes. His hair not in its usual ponytail now having pooled around his shoulders. Finally blinking the sleep fully away from his eyes Saikiko turned and saw Iida. His face instantly flushed from the embarrassments and he had frantically got up, unknowingly causing the bandages wrapped around his legs to flash. 

"Ah, I'm sorry, I fell asleep, I haven't been sleeping too well. How rude of me, come in come in."

The pink haired teen slightly wobbled into the room on unsteady legs. The feeling of his body feeling woozy still was growing. He quickly allowed Iida to seat himself in Saikikos desk chair while Saikiko carefully attempted to make the two of them a cup of tea. His hands were shaky and he could barely transfer the full kettle of water to its little heating stand. Making sure to press the "Heat" Button before flopping back down onto his bed and allow his now screaming joints to rest. In his semi dazed state he had rolled up his sleeves just slightly for a few moments, but long enough that if you were staring it was clear his arms were very much so bandaged. 

"Can I have the stew? I've got a bit of a sore throat at the moment and I'm sure it will be delic-"

He couldn't even get through the second part of his sentence before he had a coughing fit. Turning away from Iida to cough harshly. The moment the fit had stopped Saikiko cleared his throat and wiped away a few tears welling up in his eyes. The kettle finally started to steam and make a high pitched whistling sound. Attempting to get up he slightly stumbled before untimarely stabilizing himself and making his way to the kettle. Pulling out two cups and two bags of lemon tea Saikiko began to quietly prepare the tea, and once it was done Saikiko gently set the cup down in front of Iida before quietly going back to his bed. Taking a sip he softly spoke.

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What did you want to talk about?
Ronda
***𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚔𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 "𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 " 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎 ,** Hands cautiously ghosting around Nakamura body with great precision (and enough distance), all to make sure he had no troubles standing up. Though he caught a glimpse of slightly stained bandages wrapped around the other's legs, Iida refused to utter a word to the weaker one, rather making a gentle grunt to acknowledge Saikiko's words. It was apparent through Iida's slight reluctance to leave Nakamura's side that he had most definitely had been worried about him. He allowed a sigh to leave his lips as the other insisted on Tenya taking a seat. *

"Be careful," *He warned, his voice barely above an indistinct whisper, so he hadn't been sure that Nakamura heard him.*

*Taking his seat, Tenya kept a watchful eye on the pink haired male. He wanted to fret over him, beg for him to lay down, so he could take care of him and the tea; but Saikiko's stubborn behaviour left Tenya seated in the desk chair, without much to do other than hold the container of stew. Watching Saikiko lay down, the two stayed in an uncomfortable moment of silence before Nakamura spoke up. He asked about the stew. *
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"Oh, y-" *About to cut Nakamura off by handing out the warm bowl of stew, the sickly other seemed to get to that before him, bursting out into a coughing fit. And Tenya, with a shocked expression, placed the bowl down to carefully place his hand on Saikiko's shoulder, a firm hand attempting to stabilise the other. Lips slightly parted to suggest that Saiko take a rest, but the whistling of the tea kettle shut him down. A hand reached out to grab Nakamura's, but missed by a scarce inch, finger grabbing at air instead. The uncertainty in Iida's eyes most certainly showed through, but he bit his tongue, too afraid to say a word until Saikiko had finally sat down with his tea. The two were sitting next to each other now, shoulders barely grazing against one another, and The class president couldn't feel that same comforting warmth that he had felt a week or two ago when the "Incident" Happened. *

**"What did you want to talk about?"** *Looks like the soup would have to wait a moment longer.*

*Turning square blue eyes to pink ones, Iida found himself accidentally examining his face a little too closely. Maybe it would be best to set a small distance between them; after all, they had to discuss an important matter. Yet Tenya felt as if he didn't want to bring up what happened, especially with Nakamura's current state of well-being. Excuses, he told himself, it wasn't good to make excuses. They had to talk, to fix this situation, and set it right so they could both understand one another better.*

"Ah, yes. So, I understand that we'd settled things about what happened, but..." *Tenya drew in a small inhale, there was to be no dancing around this subject.* "Uhm, our status with each other. I want to... Establish where we stand, per se."
Geraldine
Saikiko's face grew pink at the mention of what they might be. His stomach churned not from hunger but from nervousness. He took a sip of his tea before placing it down. His hands shaky no uncertain. Saikiko knew how he felt, it was shameful but he couldn't help but deny it. That pathetic little crush eh had that he acted upon in a moment of weakness. 

"Ah, I see. Well... I'm not going to deny it, I have *Feelings* For you. I understand if you do not feel the same or if you do not desire any sort of relationship with me, be it platonic or romantic."

He clasped his hands together and turned his head away, an attempt to hopefully ignore Iida's eyes, which seemed to burn through his soul. Truthfully he did care, Saikiko cared a little too much, but he knew that his feelings were just that *His*. Taking a deep breath he turned to Iida yet again. Even if they remained nothing more than acquaintances Saikiko could survive. Although it would break his heart Saikiko cared more for the feelings of Iida than he did for himself. 

"I apologize if I made you uncomfortable by insinuating that *We* Could be in any sort of relationship. That was a slip of my tongue."

Saikiko's fingers tapped against the mug, his legs hanging just slightly over the side of his bed. He took a look into the mug, the pale green liquid with its minty scent overtaking his senses in an attempt to keep his thoughts from drifting to Iida. His eyes moved up his hands and widened when he realized his bandaged arms had been revealed. Saikiko quickly adjusted them back into place and this time physically turned away. A cough emerged from his throat and he doubled over, his throat raw and achy. Once it subsided he just slightly turned towards Iida again. He hated lying but repentance was something he never shared. 

"It was a failed soup attempt, silly me, I spilled the boiling pot all over. I guess that's a sign that I'm not destined to be a chef. Though I'm sure your food is absolutely delicious Iida."