He was sitting in the grass when you found him, hands behind his head, legs crossed and eyes closed. He didn't move as you inch closer. Maybe he was sleeping? You crouch beside him. Maybe you shouldn't bother him. But he would be upset with you if I didn't tell him. One sleepy eye opened and instantly looked up at you.
"Misa," he says groggily.
"Why do you call me that?" You peer up at the Cherry Blossom tree he lay under, then down at the bandaged blade that sat beside him.
"Because it means 'beautiful' and I'm hoping that if I call you it enough, you'll eventually get it."
The two of you share a smile and for a moment, you regret going to him. Maybe you could leave now and hide it. Could you do that? How guilty would you feel after? Maybe you could-
"What's wrong?" he questions, sitting up. There was a sharp crack as he stretches, as usual. You grimace. He's too young for his body to sound so old.
Your mouth falls open, but no words came out. Hesitation. Would he be mad? He was mad last time when you didn't tell him until after. You reach into your pocket and fish out the very familiar piece of metal. He knew exactly what it was, how could he not? He'd just never seen it in your hands before.
"Come sit here," he sighed, patting the spot of grass next to him. He couldn't stop you from doing it; the last time he tried, you'd nearly slit a vein. But he could at least watch.
The first cut was hesitated; slowly, carefully. His eyes were focused on your shaking hands. He wasn't like this when you first met. He was colder, unforgiving. Another cut. He let out a breath. You pause.
"What's the matter?" His voice wasn't quite so warm the first time you spoke either.
"I can't do this with you staring at me."
He took the razor and placed it on his left knee before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him. He smelt of some manly cologne with undertones of salt water.
"You know who you remind me of?" you say lowly, burying your face in his side.
"Who?"
"Sully from Monsters Inc."
He laughed that loud, hearty laugh of his and ran his fingers through his dull blue hair. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. Cause he's a monster and he's big and rough looking so everyone expects him to be mean, but he has a soft spot too. For Boo. I'm like your Boo, right?"
"Sure." He looked off for a moment then turned back to you with a small smile playing on his lips. "Just don't call me Kitty."