Karkat
Or at least, you would have gotten the sweater over your head if the impatient guest hadn't opened the door before you got the damn thing on. It was Karkat, one of your long time friends and secret crush. He looked at your carefully, eyes confused and eyebrows scrunched together. You locked eyes with the troll, your own eyes only able to be described as a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Karkat looked at you for a few agonizing seconds, eyes scanning your only partially dried tears, red eyes, and finally resting on your exposed and bleeding forearms. You hadn't noticed, but you had run your nails over old wounds somewhat more violently than you had meant to, and removed a few of the previously placed bandages.
"K-Karkat-" You stammered out, body tense and refusing to move.
You were hoping he would turn, slam the door shut, and never talk to you again. He of all people should have known to fuck off and never communicate with someone like you again. What you weren't expecting, was Karkat to slam the door shut behind him and run towards you. Great, he was going to hit you, smack you, if you were lucky just straight up equip his sickles and cull you where you stood. The sudden weight wrapped itself around your shaking form, arms tight around your shoulders. Karkat was hugging you, oh god he was hugging like it was the last one he would ever give.
"What the FUCK were you thinking?!" Karkat yelled, his voice wavering and arms threatening to leave bruises on your exposed skin. You couldn't really respond, only stand there frozen in time as the warm blooded boy held onto you for dear life.
This wasn't normally like him.
Then again, you probably didn't seem like the type who would normally self harm.
You tried to speak, say something, anything to the nubby horned troll who had glued himself to you. "You know what, don't fucking respond. I'm not gonna listen to any of your goddamn stupid ass explanations, we need to get you fucking patched up." He pulled back, eyes pale red pools of tears threatening to boil over. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you to where he knew the bathroom was. You followed, whimpering slightly as his grip still rubbed against raw skin and blood. He loosened his grip, grumbling an apology as he rustled through the cabinet and pulling out the bandages.
He started wrapping up the exposed and bleeding scrapes, letting a few stray tears drip down onto your pale skin. You couldn't say anything, your self hate congealing into a solid mass of wanting to die more so than usual. "Please stop," You whimpered, pulling your arm weakly back.
Karkat grabbed it quickly, pulling it back over his lap to continue bandaging. "Quit it you gog damn moron."
You didn't want to hear him, or even be near him but he kept wrapping your arm. Eventually, he finished the one and motioned for you the relieve the other. You refused, feeling the blood stain your black tank top.
"Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be ______." Karkat snapped. You flinched hoping maybe if you just shut down, Karkat could leave and you could just off yourself of something so you wouldn't have to see him after this.
"Just leave. Go away." You said bluntly, pulling both of your arms up against your chest your knees following suit.
"Don't be such a grub about this." Karkat responded just as bluntly, reaching out to grab your injured arm.
"Shut the fuck up!" You yelled, shaking.
"Listen to yourself you fuckwad! I'm trying to fucking help you, quit spewing hoofbeast shit!" He yelled back, grabbing your hand. He instantly mellowed down, as he held your hand and you let a sob escape your lips. You weren't sure if you were scared, or it was pain, or even if it was just Karkat yelling at you. But god damn, there you were, breaking down into grief ridden sobs as Karkat bandaged up your other arm.
Once he was finished, your arms moved back into your chest. Karkat watched quietly, opening his arms slowly and moving over to wrap his arms gently around your back. You were still crying, but as the boy nuzzled his face against the back of your head, you couldn't help but calm down slowly. His legs were on either side of you, arms delicately on your waist, and powerful heartbeat sending comforting waves through your back. It felt like a long while until you silenced, eyes running out of tears and voice scratching the edge of gone.
"Done crying?" Karkat asked, trying to be gentle and sensitive. You weakly nodded, trying to even out your breathing. "You're not allowed to do that any more, you hear?" Karkat said, resting his chin on the top of your head and moving his hands to rest on your bandaged arms.
You opened your mouth to argue, when he cut you off.
"It doesn't matter what the shithive maggots you think you're going to say, I'm gonna fucking kill you myself if you say you might do something that fucking stupid again. You're not fucking allowed to hurt yourself like that," He said, arms moving to gently rest around your waist. "And I'm not going anywhere until you motherfucking you say you won't." He held you gently, but almost how a child held a favorite plush.
"Will you leave if I do?" You whispered, enjoying the warmth and importance you felt in Karkat's arms. He cared. In his own crabby way, he was worried about you and didn't want to see you hurt. And when you realized, you never wanted him to leave.
He didn't respond for what felt like an eternity, but when he did it was worth the tension.
"I'll never leave you." He said quietly. Those words. The love and care you felt radiating off his warm body. You felt a new sense, a feeling like discovering a favorite movie. Something you would never be tired of, no matter how many times, it would always be welcomed and valued.
It sent a few more tears running down your cheeks, your heart throbbing painfully. "I love you." You muttered, leaning back into Karkat.
"Was that pity?" He asked with a somewhat chuckle.
"Yeah." You reply weakly.
"Pity you too." He responded, pressing one of his hands on the top of your head.