This chapter was requested by nebula_ascending, Thanks for the first request.

!!warning, the reader is depressed and self harms, so if you don't like that stuff, don't read this book.
————————————————————
(Y/N) = your name
(F/S) = favourite snack

(Y/N) sat with their back against the locked bathroom door, tear stains on their cheeks as they looked at their arms, and the razor held in one hand. Why? Why did they do that to themselves? Everything seemed to be fine, but it really wasn't.

About a month prior, they had found their girlfriend cheating on them. They found their friends talking shit about them behind their back. Their parents had verbally abused them for years at this point. You come out not straight, and gender non-binary, to extremely controlling, homophobic parents and expect to have no backlash?

Nothing in their life was okay, but (Y/N) just put on a smiling, happy mask, and went out pretending to be okay, pretending that nothing was wrong.

(Y/N) sat there, staring at their bloody, cut up arms for who knows how long, just lost in thought. Only to be interrupted by her phone vibrating, indicating they had received a message. They couldn't deal with that right now and decided to ignore it, but the person wouldn't allow that, as they continued texting (Y/N)

"Jeez, why won't they just fucking call if they want to talk to me so badly," they mumbled, upset. But soon their eyes widened as they realised something.

"Shit" (Y/N) cursed, they wouldn't call if they couldn't talk, and who couldn't talk? Antarctica, the one person they liked- loved. (Y/N) cursed at themselves for ignoring their crush, and quickly checked their phone.

——————————
'Tica <3

<Hey, I'm coming over later today, I'm worried about you so I'm going to check up on you.

>(Y/N), please answer me, if you don't want me coming over then tell me, and we can meet up somewhere else.

>You're not answering me so I'm coming over immediately.

>I'm almost at your house, if you don't answer I'm letting myself in, I'm worried about you.

———————————————
As if right on queue, a loud knock came from the front door, (Y/N) panicked, and through the razor in the sink, and pulled down the sleeves on their oversized sweater. Luckily the blood had dried, so it shouldn't drip down their arm, nor stain their clothes. They slid their phone into their pocket and peaked at themselves in the mirror. Their hair was alright, and their eyes weren't too red, as they hadn't been crying for a while.

They quickly left the bathroom, and closed the door behind them, before hearing, more knocking. This time it sounded more desperate, they quickly ran down the stairs, and to the front door. They opened the door to see a very worried Antarctica, with a small plastic bag dangling from his arm. He seemed to sigh, and calmed down a lot.

"Hey Antarctica," (Y/N) said, their voice skating slightly.

'Hey (Y/N)' Antarctica signed, smiling. (Y/N) steppes to the side, and let their friend in. He gladly came in, and walked to the couch, placing the bag on the coffee table before sitting down. (Y/N) soon joining him. He looked at them and blushed slightly, they were confused, until they realised they were wearing a large sweater, and shorts. The sweater just barely covering the shorts, along with their hands.

"Oh! Sorry 'Tica, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I can change if you want?" (Y/N) said, worrying that they had just upset the last person who was still close to them. He shook his head and brought his hands up, indicating he was about to 'talk'.

'No, no. There's no need to change, it's ok.' He signed, smiling at (Y/N), who just sighed in relief.
'I haven't seen you in ages, and when we do talk, something seems to be off, are you okay?' Antarctica continued, the worried expression returning to his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm just a bit busy with work at the moment" (Y/N) lied, they were glad that they were a good lier, otherwise their childhood would have been a lot rougher. Which says a lot considering that their childhood was already pretty rough. (Y/N) smiled at Antarctica, and he seemed to believe them.

'Oh! I almost forgot, I brought you (F/S)!' Antarctica signed happily, reaching for the bag and pulling out (F/S).

"Aw, thanks 'Tica! You're the best!" The said, blushing slightly. They grabbed the snack from their crush, and opened the packet. They brought one of the delicious treats to their mouth, causing their sleeve to fall down slightly. They quickly pushed their sleeve back over their hand, scared Antarctica would see the cuts. They of course didn't let that fear show, but it was probably a bit suspicious how quickly they re-adjusted their sleeve.

Antarctica looked at his friend curiously, they were acting weird still, and it certainly wasn't because of work. He thought for a moment when a terrible thought hit him. 'What if they are hurting themselves?' He thought, it would explain everything, especially what he just saw.

Antarctica hesitantly put his hand in his friends arm, causing them to flinch slightly. When (Y/N) faced him, he could see a slightly pained look in their eyes, they were clearly trying to hide the pain they were in, and they were doing a good job at it too.

Antarctica used his other hand to grab (Y/N)'s hand, and the hand that was already on their arm moved up slightly, still holding onto the material. (Y/N) realised what he was trying to do, and tried to pull their arm away. But Antarctica had a surprisingly strong grip. He suddenly pulled the sleeve of (Y/N)'s sweater up to their elbow, and looked at their arm.

Tears began to gather in Antarctica's eyes, as he looked at (Y/N)'s arm. It was littered with cuts and scars, old and new. They had clearly been doing this for a while, and didn't seem to be planning on stopping anytime soon.

(Y/N) noticed that Antarctica was distracted, and used it to their advantage. They pulled their arm away and quickly bolted upstairs, shutting themselves in the bathroom. They saw the razor sitting on the counter, small bits of dried blood on its sides. (Y/N) pulled up their other sleeve, and looked at their arms for a second, before looking back at the razor. Hesitantly, they picked it up, and started cutting, and cutting and cutting. They lost themselves in thought again, forgetting to lock the bathroom door as they cut.
'He hates me now. He knows I'm a freak. A disappointment. A failure. Useless, good for nothing ugly, freak.' (Y/N) thought, tears silently streaming down their face.

They had stopped cutting at this point, and started silently sobbing, hunched over the sink as they thought nothing but bad thoughts. But they were interrupted as the bathroom door slammed open, and Antarctica stood there with tears in his eyes. His gaze moved down to (Y/N)'s arms to see fresh blood dripping from fresh cuts, a blood covered razor in one hand. His eyes widened, and he looked back up to their face. Their eyes held a confusing mixture of emotions, as tears continued rolling down their cheeks.

He quickly approached (Y/N), causing them to stand up properly in surprise. Antarctica ripped the razor from their hand and through it in a small trash can, before engulfing them in a tight hug. After a minute Antarctica looked up at them, and wiped the tears from their eyes, before smiling at them. He lead (Y/N) our of the bathroom and instead to their bedroom. Antarctica had been there enough times to remember where everything was, so it wasn't too hard for the country to help (Y/N).

'Stay here, I'll be back in a second' Antarctica signed, making (Y/N) sit on their bed. A few seconds later Antarctica re-entered with a first aid kit, and sat next to (Y/N).

'Please take your sweater off, I need to check if there are more cuts on the rest of your arms. Please let me help you' Antarctica once again signed, looking at (Y/N) with an almost pleading look. They lifted the sweater off, with a little bit of difficulty. But they did it none the less, a simple t-shirt on under the sweater.

Antarctica looked at all the cuts in shock, but quickly shook his head.
'This will sting a bit, sorry' he told them, before he cleaned out the newer cuts, and inspected all of them to make sure they were all okay. After he had finished with that, he wrapped bandages around (Y/N)'s arms, to make sure they would heal properly.

'Please stop doing that, I don't want you hurting yourself anymore, some of them were pretty deep...' Antarctica said, though it looked like he had more to say.

"I'm sorry, I-... I just didn't know what to do. You're pretty much the only person I have left, and you're always so busy. I didn't want to put more stress on you, so I did the only thing I knew how to do ...' (Y/N) said quietly, tears forming in their eyes. Antarctica noticed and hugged them again, pushing his head in the crook of their neck. And it was fairly easy for him too, seeing as (Y/N) was taller then him.

Antarctica looked up at them, and saw all the emotion in their eyes. He pulled his arms away from them ready to sign something, but it was taking all the courage he had to do it.

'(Y/N).... I.... I love you, I have for a while...' Antarctica signed shakily, looking down, with a bright blush in his face. Suddenly, he felt 2 arms wrap around his waist. (Y/N) pulled Antarctica closer to them, onto their lap, and cuddled him.

"I love you too 'Tica" (Y/N) whispered. Antarctica re-wrapped his arms around their waist and put his head back in the crook of their neck. This time though, (Y/N) rested their cheek on Antarctica, nuzzling into him.

After a while of snuggling, they decided to get up, Antarctica went into the kitchen to make food while (Y/N) found something to watch and waited for him to finish. (Y/N) wanted to help, but Antarctica refuses to let them help. They ended up getting bored so they walked into the kitchen to see Antarctica setting a timer on the oven. (Y/N) silently approached him, and wrapped him in a hug from behind. He jumped slightly, but turned around to look at them in the eyes,

(Y/N) smiles at him, before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and leaving the room. Antarctica was the cutest thing in the eyes of (Y/N), and he could make them feel better instantly. Antarctica entered the room, and walked up to (Y/N). He was about to sit on the couch, when (Y/N) grabbed him and pulled him onto their lap, lazily wrapping their arms a round him and resting their head on Antarctica. He blushed madly, but leaned into them. He hoped that they were a couple now, but he would have to ask later, when he wasn't being trapped in the warm embrace of the one he loved.

————————————————————
Ah, was it just me or was that really cute. And I have an idea for a second part if any of you want to see it. Anyway, this turned out longer then I imagined it would be, but whatever. I hope this is what you wanted nebula_ascending , and thanks for reading.
Art is mine.
Have a great day, mates.