You know by now I don't own anything to do with Gakuen Heaven...otherwise Koji and Takuto would openly profess their feelings in the actual series...
Scars
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The faint marks left odd crossed patterns over the pale underside of Iwai's wrist. Staring at them reminded the artist of times past, when he still felt incomplete and utterly alone. He had been forced to paint for his father's amusement, along with lining certain pockets with countless yen over the years. The endless flow of sketches and paintings had sent Iwai into a tailspin quickly, and had manifested in severe cutting.
His mind was quick to recover from depressing reveries, for a warm figure stirred next to him in the ruffled sheets. A flash of navy blue and a sleepy smile flushed the artist's cheeks as the naked form of the archery captain slowly wound around Iwai's own equally nude form. This man, lying next to him in bed, was the only reason the cutting had stopped. Shinomiya was the reason why there were no new scars on his wrists and why the old marks were fading away to nothing, along with the pain of his old life before he found love.