No-one noticed.
Why would they? He never did anything big. Most of the time it wasn't even something he did consciously.
It was just little things.
Snapping a rubber band on his wrist as he thought.
Scratching his arms while speaking.
Tugging on his hair when nervous.
Nothing major, nothing more than little quirks.
So what if he sometimes pulled a little harder than necessary on the rubber band, or dug his nails in a little harder to leave marks, or pulled small hairs out?
It wasn't like he ever did anything more than that.
Even when the thoughts were present.
Even though there was a craft knife in drawer in his desk.
Even when he knew that while the arms would draw attention, upper thighs were much easier to hide.
Some nights he gave it a lot of consideration. It wouldn't be a difficult task, and it's not like anyone would ever find out. His hobbies rotated often enough that no-one thought to ask why he had the knife. None of his shorts would ever uncover the upper sections of his legs. Just scratching enough to make a raised line would work, there would be no need to make a huge mess.
But he was always scared that one day it wouldn't be enough. That one day someone might notice. That maybe…
So he never did.
And so no-one ever noticed.
And Yosuke wanted to keep it that way.
A/N: I've been in a mood for, like, a week. God, I hate my job... Anyway, super short b/c I spent all of ten minutes on it; if you follow my joint story over on AO3 don't be surprised to see a modified version (probably longer, for starters) over there sometime in the next week or so.
Until next time, happy reading.
Title courtesy of co-authors on AO3.