(A/N: This will focus on self-harm, so be careful if you're sensitive to that)

Chiffon couldn't stand for too long today. Holding onto her desk, she slumped onto it and took a sharp breath. Her brow furrowed, the subtlest change to her expression that would go unnoticed to most.

The Kitsune shifted, trying to get comfortable in the chair. She took another slow, sharp breath and closed her eyes.

She rested her hand against her hip, running her fingers along her thigh. Chiffon lurched forward slightly, ripping her hand away from her leg and clasping her hands together.

It's fine. It just hurt. It's supposed to hurt.

Chiffon tried to calm herself down, subtly glancing around to make sure no one else was looking at her. She pressed herself against the wall and hiked the side of her skirt up.

Red was soaking the side of her gray stocking, wet and burning. She stood up a bit too quickly, her leg almost giving up under her. The sudden movement caught the attention of some fellow students. But she didn't care.

Without a word, she left the classroom and rushed to the bathroom. It hurt to walk on this, but she just had to clean up.

She opened the bathroom door and looked around, making sure no one was around. Satisfied, she locked the main door and went back to the sinks. She pulled up the side of her skirt, and slid the stocking down enough to expose the side of her thigh.

Red, angry slices stared back at her.

"Shit..." She mumbled to herself, squeezing her eyes shut. Disregarding her pain, she reached for the paper towels and ripped off a few. She ran them under some water and began to press it against the cuts.

It burned worse, but she just had to clean up the blood.

Once satisfied, she covered the cuts back up. Another sharp breath, then she left.