Makoto scooted next to to Haruka on the couch in the middle of the common area. "Haruka, do you want to play a game with me?" he asked, holding up the SORRY! game box. However, Haruka completely ignored him and continued to draw in his sketchbook. Makoto sighed and dropped his arms.
This is how things have been between them for the past few hours. No matter how or what Makoto said to Haruka, he was completely ignored. And it was painfully obvious to Makoto that he was doing it because of what had happened before. At first he had thought that it was just because Haruka was embarrassed about it, but to be completely ignoring him like this lead Makoto to believe otherwise. He even went as far as to get up and sit at a completely different table during dinner after Makoto tried to sit across from him like usual.

And so by nighttime Makoto had had enough.

After the nurse lady came to tell them that they had an hour before their lights had to be off, Makoto stood up and went over to Haruka's bed where he was already laying down. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked, though he already had an idea of the answer.

Haruka stared up at him for a moment before sitting up. "What are you talking about?"

"You've been ignoring me all day! Is it because of what happened before." Haruka's expression didn't change. "Because I… Kissed you."

Haruka's gaze dropped down. "Oh."

"So that is it…" Makoto stated, his voice dropping with sadness.

"No." Haruka's head snapped back up, "No, that's not it…"

"Then why?" Makoto sat down on the bed so they could see eye to eye.

"I…" Haruka tightly clutched his arm and looked the other way. "I don't know."

"I don't believe that." Makoto took him by the shoulders and forced Haruka to look at him. "Please, just… Tell me the reason, for sure, so that I can apologize."

Haruka stared back at him with wide eyes, but made no move to get away. He opened and closed his mouth as if he was debating on whether or not he was going to say it, whatever it really was. He bit down on his lip, seeming to come to a conclusion, and pushed Makoto's hands away. He let his legs down on the opposite side of the bed of Makoto and said, "It… It's not you."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't blame you for it. There is nothing I could blame you for, anyway. I mean… It's not like I didn't… Like it, I just… After I realized that. I feel like I… Forced you to do it…"

Makoto was surprised to hear this. "What do you mean?" What could have lead him to think that? Sure, the reason Makoto did it was because he really wanted to get out of that stupid cupboard, but… He did say that he was constantly thinking about kissing Haruka, so… Why would he think that it was forced, as in bad?

"When we first met you remember how I… No, maybe the first time that I remember us meeting… I… I had my eureka moment. You noticed it, right?"

This puzzled Makoto even more. "Yes, but what does that have to-"

"You didn't have yours then." Haruka interrupted. "And… That may of been because lost my memories, but… I'm not so sure about that anymore…" Makoto could feel himself pulling away. He couldn't believe that now even Haruka himself now was denying who he was. "Mrs. Amakata talked to me and… I've come to realize that I was just being selfish. It's selfish of me to truthfully believe that I have the right to be close with you when I'm just… Me… And you're such a good person, you can do so much better. I'm sure there are plenty of other people you would be better off being with than someone like me… And so I thought that if I distance myself from you like this that you would have to move on and find someone else."

"What are you… Talking about…?" At this point Makoto got up and went around and bent down so Haruka could see him. He was shocked to see that Haruka was… crying.

Haruka put his head in his hands to hide his face. "I'm sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I shouldn't of let this happen. I'm sorry."

Makoto took him by the wrists and pried them apart so he could see his face again. "Don't talk like that." He said sternly. "Isn't it my decision who I like and who I don't. You're not being selfish just because you want to be close with someone. And while I thank you for the compliment, I am no better of a person than you are. It's not like there are any perfect people, everyone has their faults."

"But-"

"No. None of that. I don't want to hear anything negative come out of this mouth of yours."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Because no matter what you say, I like you, Haruka, and there is nothing you can do to change that fact. Do you understand that? I like you."

"But…" He lowered his gaze again. "Why aren't you mad at me?"

"Haruka! I'm not mad at stop that. All you have to do is stop ignoring me. Okay?" Haruka seemed to think for a moment, but then nodded yes. Makoto smiled. "Thank you." He said, pulling Haruka into a hug.

"Can we sleep now?" Haruka asked sheepishly.

Makoto stayed still for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. "Yeah, yeah." He said, his blush invisible in the dark, "I'll let you get to that then."

The next morning Makoto expected everything to go back to normal, maybe, if anything, it would just be a bit more awkward with the memory of what happened fresh again. But that isn't what happened… No, right away the next morning Haruka went right back to ignoring Makoto, and it was absolutely crushing. Already by lunch he had had enough of it.

"Are you feeling okay?" Makoto leaned over the table and whispered to Haruka.

Haruka gave him a confused look, but replied, "Yeah, I am feeling fine." Then he went back to picking at his food.

Makoto waited another moment before asking, "Didn't we talk about this last night?"

The answer he got was even more crushing than before.

Haruka's gaze became even more confused as he said, "Who are you?"

Makoto froze, wide eyed and unable to speak. How was he supposed to respond to something like that? Was he joking? He didn't look like he was joking. But it was usually hard to tell what Haruka was thinking, so maybe he was? Makoto cracked a smile and choked out a laugh, which evolved into a legitimate laugh.

"That's a good joke. You almost got me, too!" Makoto said in between laughs. However, they started to die down when he saw the look Haruka was still giving him. "What is it? You were joking… Right?"

Haruka blinked a few times before simply repeating, "Who are you?"

Makoto paled, his shock returning. "Please tell me you're still joking." Haruka sighed, rolling his eyes, and continuing to walk away from him. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on." Makoto caught up with him.

Haruka glared at him. "I don't have time for your games."

"I'm not, I'm not. I promise. I take it you… Lost your memory again?"

Haruka sighed again, "Clearly."

"May I ask, what do you remember?"

Haruka looked around before folding his arms. "Can we… Talk about this later or something." He said while looking away from Makoto, "People are staring at us."

Finally Makoto realized that most of the other people in the room were, as he said, looking at them. In fact, the only ones that weren't were the ones who always seemed off in their own little world, or were too conceited to care about what other people were doing. Makoto looked back to Haruka, who was clearly uncomfortable with this fact. He sighed, "Fine. Would you like to go now or w-"

"We'll talk about it later." Haruka interrupted, "I assume you are my roommate, and that's why you were in my room this morning… Or maybe you're just a creepy stalker." He said with a slight smile as he walked away.

That comment and smirk gave Makoto a splash of hope.

"Aren't you going to change?" Haruka asked Makoto when he caught him staring at him again.

"What?" Makoto replied, shaking his head out of the daze that he had fallen into. It took him a moment to realize what Haruka had even said. "Oh, uh, no, I don't have anything to change into. I didn't have anything on me when I came here, so I basically have nothing here as well."

Haruka paused his changing to look at him. "Do you want my sweatshirt?" He asked, the familiar question forcing Makoto to remember how real his memory problem was. It made the the whole 'girlfriends wear their boyfriend's sweatshirts' thing a whole lot less appealing to him the second time.

"No." He replied sadly, "I'm fine." They were silent for only a moment before Makoto started again, "Can we talk now?"

Haruka sighed, sitting down on his bed, "I feel like I don't have a choice."

"What do you remember?"

"I don't know… I just woke up here. I'd say I don't know why, but… Considering these…" He lifted up his shirt revealing the words 'FAT' and 'IDIOT' and 'WORTHLESS' written on his torso, surrounded by other lines in the same 'ink'. Makoto had seen them plenty of times now, but it still made him feel sick to his stomach. "I have yet to be surprised when I see them…" Haruka said sadly, "So I guess they're why I'm here."

Something stuck Makoto as odd. "Why do you say that? How do you know that's the reason? How do you know someone else didn't do that to you?"

Makoto watched the fear creep into Haruka's expression and he knew he shouldn't have said that. "What are you saying?" Haruka asked, his voice now a little shaky.

"N-nothing, it's just… Before you said you weren't sure if you did it or not. You thought maybe someone else did it."

Haruka was silent for a moment. "I… said that?"

Makoto nodded. "But it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that it won't happen again, right?"

Haruka shrugged, "I don't know. I told you, I don't remember much."

"Okay, well. Do you remember my name?" Haruka pressed his lips together, telling Makoto that he did not. With a sigh he stood up and walked over to a confused looking Haruka and held out his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Makoto Tachibana. It's nice to meet you again, Haruka."

"Haruka?" Another familiar response.

"Haruka Nanase. That's your name."

His gaze dropped, "That's weird. Mrs. Amakata said it was Haruna Manami…"

Makoto immediately felt a pang of irritation just at the mention of that 'therapist'. He attempted (mainly failed) to not let it show in his voice as he said, "She's wrong. She's just trying to pull us apart. You shouldn't listen to a thing she says. I don't."

"Is that why you're here?" Haruka suddenly asked.

"I… I-" Makoto stuttered, speechless. He wasn't sure it Haruka was just genuinely asking or if he was going against him as well… No, of course it was the former. Haruka was the one person who would always be on his side. He smiled faintly and said, "In a sense, I guess so."

"In a sense?"

"People think I'm crazy. But they don't need to even worry about that anymore, because you're here now. Just like you don't need to worry about your cuts anymore. I'm here for you. And together, you and I both can get through this."

Haruka's eyes fluttered about the room. It was clear to Makoto that he was flustered. "I-if you say so."

"How are you with eating?" Now it was Makoto's turn to ask a sudden question.

Instantaneously Haruka tensed up, immediately looking like he was scared or something. "Fine." He replied, but that clearly was not the case.
"What's wrong?" Makoto asked, his brows knitting together.

"Nothing, it's just…"

"It's not nothing, Haruka." Makoto sat down on the bed next to him, putting his hand over Haruka's. "And there's no way that you could convince me otherwise. I've seen you eat, I sit with you every day. And even today, you seemed like… Like you were scared to eat. And there's always a close watch on you to try and make sure that you don't get away with not eating, not that they're any good at preventing it."

"They're not?" The fear disappeared from Haruka's eyes, being replaced with a bit of hope. Makoto realized that maybe it would have been better to not say something like that.

"Uhm…" He tried to think of something as a cover, "There is one person in particular that isn't, but… I don't think she works here anymore." That was the worst lie he had ever come up with.

"Oh." Haruka sighed. Apparently that somehow worked. He went to say something more, but it came out as a yawn.

There was actually a lot more that Makoto wanted to talk about, but… Well, Haruka was clearly tired, with the way he yawned, and his eyes were starting to close on their own, and it would be rude to hold him back from that. "Alright." Makoto sighed, "Let's sleep on it then."

"Thanks." Haruka yawned again, laying down and pulling the covers over his head.

A/N: I totally promised happy things in this chapter and did not deliver. At all. I'm so sorry. :(

So there was a little confusion on something and I figured I would clear it up here in case there are others who do not fully understand. Basically Nitori has been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. He shows the symptoms of, general anxiety,
difficulty falling asleep, easily being distracted, feeling smothered (particularly when he is having a panic attack), and paranoid behavior. This is why he stutters when he talks and always seems on edge and is the reason that he is in the hospital and what he is being treated for. (At this time they are unsure what the cause of his disorder is, unfortunately). According to research I've done throughout writing this story, there are many different things that can set off a panic attack for someone with GAD, and one of the bigger things is change, especially in regards to something that is always the same. Like change in medication, or a roommate for example. Which is why I wrote chapter 7, where they change Nitori's medication without telling him beforehand (which, from what I have read, is not something they would do in a mental hospital), and so that on top of getting a new roommate and him thinking that he would be all alone at night, is what really set off his panic attack at the end of chapter 7. As his previous roommate would know, all of his anxiety is worse at night, so without someone there to help him cope with it (or anything at all for that matter, considering where they are), it turned into a full on panic attack.

If there are any further questions about this, or anything else for that matter, please do not hesitate to ask. My answer may not be immediate, but it will come! Now sorry for the super long AN. later!