3rd Person POV

Rain poured from the sky, drenching the running blunette. He held his jacket above his head as a makeshift umbrella, but it was failing miserably. His white dress shirt was drenched and semi transparent, exposing the scars on his wrists and stomach. Lines of red were visible on the soaked cloth near his wrists. Anyone who happened upon him would see that he was a cutter.
The boy's dark navy blue hair stuck to his face like rivers of night sky, partially covering his sapphire blue eyes. However, this didn't hide the faint glimmer of fear and urgency in his eyes. He had to get home before his brunette twin. Hopefully he was still grading papers at the cram school.
An abandoned dorm loomed before the boy and he ran towards the door, throwing it open and slamming it behind him. He'd made it home without incident.
He squeezed what water he could out of his jacket, creating a large wet puddle on the floor. His brother would be mad about that, but it'd give him an excuse to run from him.
Slipping his soaked jacket on, the boy silently climbed the stairs and stopped before the door to his and his brother's room. He buttoned his jacket up and opened the door. No one was there. He stopped and listened for heartbeats in the dorm. He detected two. One was in the kitchen, which would be Ukobach. The other was just around the corner.
The boy put on a mask of carefree happiness and stepped out into the hall, expecting to see his brother. He was met with a curious cat sidhe with two tails and a love for silvervine sake.
"Rin, why are you sneaking around?"  the cat asked him. It was Kuro, Rin's familiar.
"I'm not! I was just being quiet in case Yukio beat me home and was asleep!" Rin said defensively. The familiar accepted this answer and walked away.

Rin's POV

I hate lying to Kuro, but he can't know about my depression or my cutting. If he did, then he would only worry and tell my brother, Yukio. Speaking of which, I better grab my stuff and shower before he comes home.
I quickly grab a black long sleeve shirt, matching sweats, and clean boxers. With the clothes in hand I run downstairs to the shower room and lock the door. I don't want Yukio to walk in on me while I'm walking around with my scars and cuts on full display.
After discarding the wet clothes I was wearing I removed my bandages and grabbed a towel off the shelf to hang by the shower door.
"Rin?" A knock echoes throughout the room, "You in there?" Great. It's Yukio. Of course it is.
"Yeah I'm in here!" I yell back.
"Open the door please! I'm soaking wet and I want a towel and shower!" Demanding much? I can't let him in here. I'm shirtless, he'll see the scars on my chest, stomach, and arms, I think to myself.
"Sorry Yukio, but I can't let you in, I'm not dressed and about to take a shower!" I turn the shower on for effect. I grab a couple towels and walk to the door.
"Move and I'll throw some towels out," I say, quieter now that I'm by the door. I hear him move so I unlock the door and throw the towels in his face. I quickly shut and relock the door, walk to the showers, and hop in.
That's when I break down. All I hear are voices screaming at me.
Monster!
Demon!
Disgusting spawn of Satan!
I wish you had died instead of Dad!
You should turn yourself into the Vatican, or better yet, just die.
Those last two hurt the worst since they were from my twin brother, Yukio. Countless times, ever since I exposed my heritage, that I was the spawn of Satan, to save my friends from Amaimon, Yukio has aimed his guns at me. I only wish that he'd pull the trigger. He never does though, he puts them back in their holsters.
Tears stream down my face and I force myself to wash my hair and body. Once done, I shut the water off and grab the towel just outside the shower. Gently, I dry my stomach and wrists, where my fresher cuts are.
I throw the surprisingly blood free towel in the dirty clothes basket. Then, I walked to the lockers and got dressed. By now my demonic healing has closed the wounds. Afterwards, I exit the bathroom and head towards the bedroom.
I open the door to a quiet room and discover Yukio asleep in his bunk. Guess he was too tired to wait for the demon to get done showering, I thought to myself.
Wincing with the movement, I lay down on my bunk. Thoughts flood my head again. The way Shiemi looks at me with fear in her eyes, Konekomoru's words about how I could suddenly decide to kill them all, the hatred for me in Bon and Yukio's eyes. The only ones who are even remotely decent to me are Eyebrows and Shura.
I had figured that I wouldn't sleep tonight either but sleep somehow managed to claim me.