You have been living with the Mukami brothers for almost 4 months. You had begun to like living with them. Alll the brothers were very nice to you, but there was one that caught your eye the most. Azusa.

He seemed very peculiar to you, but not in a bad way exactly. The truth was, you didn't know him very well. He never spoke much to anyone. Whenever you attempted to talk to him, he'd usually try get out of the conversation very quickly. 

There were so many things you wondered about him. Why does he act so strangely? And why is his arm always covered with bandages?

Even though you didn't really know Azusa, you couldn't help develop a little crush on him. You liked the way he acted and the way he spoke in that slow way. You found him rather cute in general. 

You woke up that night and couldn't manage to get back to sleep. You decided to get out of bed and go for a walk around the Mukami's mansion to see if that would help.

After leaving your room, you walked down the hall when you heard movement and slightly heavy breathing coming from one of the rooms. Azusa's room.

You stopped in front of the closed door, wondering if he was okay. You knocked on the door but Azusa didn't answer, so you just opened it and went inside.

Azusa was sitting on his bed. He looked at you when you walked in.

"Oh, (Y-Y/N)" he said.

"Sorry for just walking in, Azusa-" you began but Azusa came over to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards the bed.

You then noticed what was in his hand. A well sharpened knife. What was he holding that for?

"(Y/N), do you...like me?" Azusa asked.

You nodded "Yes, Azusa, I like you very much. Even though I don't know you very well, I still see you as my friend."

You kind of wished that you hadn't said that last part. You didn't like Azusa as a friend but you couldn't tell him that with the fear of being rejected.

"Would you...cut me then?" he asked, holding the knife out to you "It's...okay...I let you do it"

You immediately shook your head, shocked that he would ask such a thing .

"No, Azusa, I could never hurt you!" you told him.

Azusa looked disappointed "I see...you hate me then"

"No, I don't hate y-" you cut yourself off when you noticed the bleeding wounds on his arm "Azusa, your arm!!"

This was why he had the knife. This was why he always wore bandages. He was cutting himself.

Azusa just glanced at his arm "It's okay...it's good"

"No, it's not good!" you said "Why did you do this anyway?!"

"Because...everyone is most...happy when I'm..in pain" he said.

"No they're not, Azusa! I'm not happy!!" you cried.

"But.. you hate..me" Azusa said, looking back down at his knife. He was probably thinking about cutting again.

You came closer to him and yanked the knife out of his hand, throwing it across the room.

"(Y/N)..." Azusa said, looking both surprised and upset at the same time.

"Azusa, I don't hate you" you said, gently "In fact, I love you, Azusa"

You then wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly before he could respond. 

"H-Huh?" Azusa said, sounding surprised. 

You buried your face in his shoulder, tears rolling down your face. 

"I love you so much, Azusa. I don't like seeing you hurt" you cried into his shoulder "So, do one thing for me and...please don't cut"

You felt Azusa's arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him then. He held you tight, trying to calm you down.

"I love...you too, (Y/N)...I'll stop cutting...myself if that's..what will make...you happy" he promised you.