'I have to leave class... i need to leave... its not like the teacher will care... im already failing anyway...' the brunette thought to himself as he stared at the clock. The classroom was filled with all the students, them being all honors students

'Its only 4 minutes until lunch.. i can handle it...' he continued to think. Haruhi continued to think to himself and before he knew it, class was over.

Making his way swiftly out of the classroom, past the jocks, preps, and every other person, he walked into the west corridor of the school, finding the bathroom that was farthest away from the typical highschool walking traffic. He hated being around other students, especially when almost every-time he went into the main bathrooms, he would get beaten up or shoved

He walked into the rarely used bathroom and then went to the furthest stall, going in before locking it.

Haruhi sat on the closed toilet seat as he started to cry into his hands, of course not loud enough to cause any commotion or draw attention.

'Your worthless, stupid. Nobody loves you, why dont you just die? Everyone else would love it' Haruhi thought to himself over and over again.

Negative thoughts were typical to consume the boy all together, and it was usually multiple times per day. He rolled up his sleeves. Covered in lines of scars, all up his arms, shoulders, and legs, there even being some new lines of red, showing stained blood.

'Your weak... worthless, you piece of shit.. just like dad tells you...' Haruhis thoughts made him cry even more. His cries instantly silenced when there was a sound of whistling as another male entered the bathroom. It was obvious that the blonde that entered had heard him.

"Hello?" He called softly, only getting a reply of sniffles from the brunette in the stall.

'Great. Hes going to beat you for being a sissy'

"I heard someone in here..." A second year, Tamaki Suoh, walked down the line of stalls as he stopped at the closed one. Haruhi quickly pulled down his sleeves, her hands shaking.

"A-Ah.. sorry, its just, allergies..." Haruhi lied to the person out there, him holding onto his knees on the toilet, just wanting Tamaki to go away.

"Some part of me is saying that your lying to me... can i come in the stall?" His voice was calm and gentle. Haruhi knew he couldnt let this happen.

"N-Nonono! Im fine.." he sniffled again. In his voice, it was clear that he had and was still crying. Tamaki wasnt going to take no for a answer.

"You better zip up your pants if your using the bathroom, cause im coming underneath" He said before Haruhi shook his head over and over again, putting his hood up to cover his longer hair. Tamaki looked at the boy as he got into the bathroom, saddened as he saw the brunette. "Oh... dont look so frightened..." he whispered, standing up.

"S-Sorry..." he wiped away his tears as he looked at the blonde. Thankfully there was space since it was the bigger stall in the bathroom.

"Theres no need to be sorry, i just wanted to see if your alright" the blonde said as he walked over to him. The brunette male looked at Tamaki, surprised that someone was taking the time to help him out. "Is there a reason why your in here?" He asked quietly.

"W-Well... being around people makes me anxious, so i went in here today just to be alone and in the quiet" Haruhis voice was starting to calm down, thankfully, and the shaking of his body had heeled.

"Alright, thats understandable. I can go with you if that would help" Tamaki suggested.

"N-No... im quite already being in here..." Haruhi immediately shot down even thinking about going out there. Tamaki grabbed the boys wrist gently in a suggesting matter to leave, but Haruhi yanked it away with a wince, which made Tamaki grow suspicious.

"Whats wrong with your arm...?" He asked, having a clue at what it could be. Haruhi shook his head and kept his arms close to himself.

"Its.. i-its nothing... i just jumped a little when you touched me..."

"Hm... alright then, well, my names Tamaki... if you ever need to talk to me" he said with a small greeting smile. Haruhi only nodded before gathering his things and started to head out.

"H-Haruhi..." he mutter before dashing out of the stall and into the hallways. Seeing all the people starting to flood from the cafeteria, he tried to get away by blindly turning down a hallway, keeping his head down and putting his hood back up.

'Hes going to tell everyone, and your going to get beaten up you rotten animal. All your going to do is get beaten up, and then dad is going to finish you off after he comes home—' Haruhis thoughts got cut off by a shove into the locker.

Third years surrounded him as they threw his stuff, along with picking him up by the collar of the neck. "Well would you look at the little brat? What are you going to do? Go home and have your daddy beat you up?" He laughed before throwing him to the locker and his 2 other friend starting to beat and knock him senseless. Haruhi felt the pain in his side, head, and body in general

'What does it matter that i get beat up, itll just add onto more that my dad will finished off' Haruhi thought to himself as he felt all the pain stop.

"Get, the hell, off of him."

Haruhi recognized he voice as he didnt even open his eyes. The brunette thought that it was just a trick and then they were going to keep beating him.

"jesus... T-Tamaki Suoh...?!" One of the guys that was hitting towards his head started to back away, as Haruhi heard the footsteps of all the guys running awake. His sleeves were up slightly, showing the blanket of scars and fresh cuts on his wrists. His hoodie was up a bit on his stomach, showing the already forming bruises.

"Haruhi..." he whispered as the blonde ran over to him, seeing that he was not in a good condition. Tamaki noticed the scars and at first, his heart shattered a little when he saw the marks on his wrists, but ignored it as he had other things to worry about, "Haruhi... Haruhi answer me..." he whispered softly. He then felt Haruhis chest, and realized something.

"Haruhi!" He yelled as he couldnt feel a pulse on the boy

Tamaki was completely freaking out. Haruhi wasn't waking up, and he didn't know how long those guys were beating at him. He picked up the limp boy and started to run out of the school.

Thankfully, they had a half day of school, so Tamaki could just take the boy right home. He looked down at Haruhi, seeing his face starting to bruise. Tamaki felt horrible.

'Why couldn't I have made it there on time?! I could have helped him sooner, and maybe he wouldn't be in this state!' Tamaki thoughts engulfed his mind as he felt all the guilt of the incident.

Once Tamaki was fully out of breath, he finally had made it to his home. Both of his parents were gone off with work in France for a week or two, so the house was silent.

"Just hold on, Haruhi... it'll be okay..." Tamaki whispered to the boy, hoping that in some way, it would ease him.

Tamaki immediately brought him to his bed, and laid him down, taking off his hoodie. The blondes eyes widened as he saw the hundreds and hundreds of scars all over the brunettes arms, up and going into his short sleeves.

"Oh my god..." he whispered and covered his mouth. He was shocked at how much was there, even fresh cuts, probably from the past day. Tamaki frowned as he wished he would have met the boy earlier, to at least stop a few of these.

'What's going on in his head, school or home that makes him do this...?' He thought to himself, but then shook it off.

"I need to help him, not think about this..." he whispered to himself as he ran through the house, finding Ice, bandages, blankets, and a few other things for Haruhi. He started to gently wrap the open cuts on his wrist, hoping that it would help it heal easy. He then put ice wrapped in towels on his stomach and forehead. Tamaki soon put a blanket over his legs, and then ice, making sure that the ice wouldn't be too cold for him.

Haruhi soon started to stir as he groaned softly, but jumped as he realized there was nothing covering his arms. Tamaki was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at it. Haruhi tried to pull up the blanket to hide them, but the blonde stopped him.

"Hey, it's okay, I've already saw them, there's no need to hide it..." he whispered in a caring tone as Haruhi stopped and looked at him, then laying back with a frown, seeing that his wrist was wrapped.

"Thank you... Tamaki..." he said quietly back to the blonde. Even though Haruhi was a little sad and frustrated that Tamaki now knew, he was grateful for the help and care.

"Just... don't think I'm going to hate you for doing it... okay? I just wanted to make sure everything's safe and okay for you, because I'm genuinely worried for you, Haruhi... I really am" he admitted in a gentle tone, nodding a little.

Haruhi gave a small smile, "Thank you so much... nobody's ever gone out of their way like this to help me... It's usually after I get beat up or something, people just walk by, and I try my best to stand up and just go. But, again... thank you, I really appreciate it" he closed his eyes in relief as Haruhi felt safe for once. Tamaki nodded and looked at the brunettes with a smile.

"Of course... what was I supposed to do? Just let you get trampled by those third years? No, and even after our conversation, I'm going to help you" Tamaki said in a caring tone, "I know I just met you, but I feel like we are already good friends"

Haruhi opened his eyes and even gasped a little, "F-Friends...?"

'He's not going to be friends with you... he's just going to ,are you get so close to him, and then he's going to beat you...' Haruhis thoughts started to engulf him as he started to inch away from Tamaki.

The blonde could notice that there was a hint of anxiousness and trust issues with the brunette. "Hey... Haruhi, I just want you to know that it's okay for you to talk to me, and that I'll never disown you... I would never turn on you, or hurt you, okay...?"
Tamaki reached for his hand and held it gently. Haru is face started to grow a light flush of pink, Tamakis doing the same.

"O-Okay... thank you so much..." The brunettes voice was still a little hesitant, but much better then before.

"Now... Haruhi... if you want to talk about it... can I ask you about your scars?"