Eternal Melody

For her, it was too much, but she didn't think she would end up having an attack. Just when Sumire thought her breathing was returning to normal, she suddenly felt a tightening pain around her chest. Before Sumire understood what was happening, her vision blurred, and she passed out.

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Iro Road High School - Infirmary - Art Building

Sumire slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. For a moment, she did not know where she was. Her head hurt a lot, and there was a burning sensation in her right eye. ????????????r????????????.＆nbsp;????????????

She must have passed out. Sumire sighed, 'why do I keep causing Yuhi problems? But more importantly, I had an attack…' Sumire immediately sat up and realized something. Yuhi doesn't know about that, so he didn't use a bag, could it be--- she placed her hand on her lips.

He must have kissed her. This time around, it was to help her, but it left her feeling strange. Her thoughts broke off when she glanced over and saw Yuhi fast asleep beside her.

Ah, that's why it was so warm.

She truly doesn't understand anymore. It isn't fair on him, but if she were to push him away, then she would truly fall apart.

"Mmm," Yuhi said. He seemed drowsy, and yet caressed her hair. "You okay now? Do you need anything?"

"I'm okay Yuhi, it was just excess breath."

"Just?" He seemed slightly angry but shook his head. "I know you don't like yourself, Sumire, and I understand how you feel better than anybody. But this isn't okay."

"I know it's weird—" Her sentence fell short when Yuhi traced her lips with his fingers. There was something sensual about this action of his, that led to her heart beating fast. Sumire however ignored it and spoke up. "I'm sorry for not telling you, Yuhi."

"Good." He seemed pleased with her reply. "I know you might find it awkward to speak to me about these things. But please tell me, you can talk to me about anything, Sumire. I know you went through a hard time when you were younger and can't communicate with others properly. But remember, I am the same as you, you're not alone." Yuhi pulled her into his arms then. "You never were, and I will never let you be alone."

If a guy gives a perfect answer all the time, there is something wrong. Something like that would be too good to be true. He is only hiding his true colors, he can whisper these sweet and honey-coated words to her every day, but nothing will change. Its a lie, all of it is a lie. Yuhi is only saying this so he can obtain her trust and hurt her most painfully later.

She has to keep telling herself this. But Sumire already understood deep down what kind of person Terashima Yuhi is.

After a few minutes passed, Yuhi pulled away from her. He turned to the bedside table and pulled out a needle. Sumire looks at it cautiously. "What is that?"

"Morphine."

"Morphine? My injury isn't physi-" Her sentence fell short when she felt Yuhis hands on her skirt.

"Are you going to show me, or do I have to take it off?"

'It does seem stupid hiding it from him. But I am not proud of it.'

Sumire took a deep breath before she exclaimed. "Okay, okay! I did, a little bit earlier. But it isn't as bad as you make it out to be." Besides, it was only brief, since Yuhi has this bad habit of watching her twenty-four seven.

"See, it wasn't that hard." Yuhi patted her hair.

Sumire sighed. "Don't treat me like a child." She shrugged his hand away.

"Is that all?"

She nodded slowly. "I don't cut on my arm anymore." Even when she is upset, she no longer cuts on her arm.

"Is there anything that caused this?" Yuhi asked.

Sumire can't tell him it was because she saw how he interacted with Asami-san the previous night. Even if it's Yuhi, he will judge her, won't he?

"Okay." Yuhi looked at her tights. "Can you remove it?"

Sumire nodded, and Yuhi looked away. She blinked when she saw this for somebody quick to kiss her whenever he wants… Sumire chuckled. It seems like he is more of a gentleman than she thought. She quickly slipped her tights off and placed it to the side. "You can turn around."

Yuhi did so slowly, he seemed to be cautious, and Sumire laughed. "I won't trick you again."

"Well, you can't be too careful." Yuhi pressed his thumb across the large scratch above her knees. "Does it hurt if I do this?"

"It stings a little."

"The wound is fresh this morning?"

"Uh, when you went to shower," Sumire admitted. She still felt awkward about this entire arrangement. Only a day has passed, and yet she can't adjust. Thankfully Yuhi didn't notice her unease.

"A few hours have passed then." Yuhi examined the cut. "I will disinfect it and put dressing on it. I'm a bit concerned that it is infected already, but it is better now than never."

"Thank you, Yuhi."

"No need to thank me, I was the same before. When things were rough and I couldn't cope emotionally, I would do the same. Unlike you I did it in visible places and didn't cover it up. Back then I thought, I'm already messed up and people know that. Why do I still have to please them?"

"Did you get in trouble?"

Yuhi nodded. "Yeah. A few teachers expressed their concern but I shrugged it off. Since I did that, they quickly turned on me and said I did it for attention."

Sumire looked down. "Was this when---"

Yuhi laughed. "Don't blame yourself, Sumire. Back then, you were going through a lot too, and you wanted to help Mamoru."

That's true, and yet Sumire felt terrible. Yuhi came to her, he relied on her and yet she could not do anything for him. "Honestly, don't feel bad. I'm more worried about you."

"How much did Asuka tell you?"

"Well, she didn't tell me as much as what your thinking."

"That has to be a lie," Sumire exclaimed.

"No lie." Sumire saw his lips curve to a smile. "It was easy to guess your next move and what you were thinking."

This feels frustrating. She has a tough time figuring him out, and yet he reads her so easily, like an open book. Is she that easy to read? But Asuka and her other friends say they have a difficult time understanding what she is thinking. The only people who can read her so easily are people like Yuhi and Ru.

Yuhi applied some ointment on her cut. Naturally, it stung the moment it made contact with her skin. Yuhi quickly dabbed a small piece of cotton over it. "I wish you would talk to me about these things more. Do you not trust me?"

"I do, I trust you." Sumire blurted out.

Yuhi blinked before he burst into laughter. "I didn't think you would react so strongly."

Her cheeks grew hot when she realized how loud her voice was.