Safety In Blood

It wasn’t ever supposed to happen at school. The scent patches itching against his neck gland was supposed to prevent this. The pathetic thing lies limp beside him, curled at the edges from countless tries sticking it back on. But the patch refuses to attach itself to his rashy skin and so he’s left scratching away at the gland. He digs his nails in and hopes it’ll make him stop producing that nauseating milky scent.The second someone walks into the bathroom they’ll be hit with a wall of upset Little. If it’s a caregiver he’ll be bombarded by forced comfort, but even neutrals tend to go pathetically soft at the sight of a teary eyed baby-spacer. His neck is wet against his skin, he keeps going. Blood is better than milk and he can’t stop, he can’t let anyone know.—Hitoshi isn’t quite as prepared to hide his Little status as he thought.