"Why?"
Red filled Misaki's eye's when he grabbed the pocket knife he had taken to slice open skin, to release the pain. The blood dripped to the floor.
Though the boy never showed it , he was still depressed. He felt fake everyday. He still smiled at meals with Usagi-San, he still laughed at school and when he was on the phone with Takahiro. He especially kept his guard up when he was at home. Usagi-San was always worrying about him and Misaki already sometimes felt like a burden to him. So he made sure he looked happy. So Usagi wouldn't worry.
But he still hurt inside the pain was unbearable. There were sleepless nights and meals where Misaki didn't feel like eating. He would sleep more often due to the lack of food and blood. Even though it was spring long-sleeves had become common for him. Usagi hadn't pressed him with questions but there was the occasional suspicious look.
The boy was shaken back to reality when he heard the front door slam. "Misaki! I'm back!" Usagi had shouted up the stairs. "Usagi-San!" Misaki locked the door with a shaking hand. His arm had stopped bleeding now that he had been lost in thought for a while. He cleaned the bathroom and knife. Then cleaning his cuts and putting wrapped bandages on them. Rolling down long sleeve on his coat and shirt (just as a precaution in case his coat sleeve rode up) he opened the door, knife in pocket.
Usagi was right there.
"Ha ha heeey... Usagi-San..." Misaki put on a smile." I was just using the bathroom, it's all yours now" Misaki said. Then he ran downstairs to start dinner.
"Hmmm.." Usami had noticed something different in the boy for the past few weeks. His smiles seemed forced and he ate less. Was this part of adult hood? "No... I would remember if I went threw something like that..." He also noticed Misaki wore long sleeves in the late of Spring.
"I'm not letting this slide... I think there's something wrong with him, I have to find out."