TRIGGER WARNING - CUTTING

- Miu wasn't really sure what to do in the moment. She watched as the newly cut on your arm bled.

- She stepped over, and gently kicked the blood-stained knife out of your hands.

- "...What the fuck?"

- Miu silently grabbed a med-kit and bandaged your arm up.

- It wasn't exactly very tight, but it's the thought that counts.

- "Uh...shit! I fucking hate you." She grunted, unsure of how to really comfort you.

- "Look, I...I love you. And you can't just, you can't just do this to me!"

- You told her it wasn't about her.

- "Okay, and?? Fuck off, oompa-loompa headass. WAIT! NO! GODDAMNIT!" Miu bit her lip. "I didn't mean for that to come out."

- She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, and repeatedly begged you not to hurt yourself.

- You had to calm down Miu after she broke down crying, for two reasons.

- One, you were hurting yourself. Two, she didn't know how to make you feel okay.

- You were usually under surveillance after this, and she suggested using a rubber band instead of a sharp object.

- Miu worked harder to make sure you had three meals per day, and weren't in contact with any knives, razors, etc.

- She remembered to tell you how your feelings were valid, and how much you mattered to her.

- Every Thursday, she sent you to a therapist.