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Luxiem boys and self-harm.
Minus Luca because I couldn't think of anything for him.
>Vox
Rarely self-harms physically or via traditional means, instead stewing in self loathing for days to weeks on end. Curled up in bed, eyes glazed over, not asleep and yet not awake either. He'll eat once the hunger becomes unbearable, but otherwise all basic self maintenance slips away. He doesn't wash, make himself nutritious meals, change clothes... His route in the house turns into just going from his room to the bathroom and front door for delivery food. Cruel comments - imagined, real, self inflicted, all hold equal weight to him - torment him, and this state of punishment will continue until someone else lures him out of it.
>Mysta
Hate comments and criticism are not a catalyst for him self-harming - they're an excuse. When stress and pent up emotions start to get to him, he'll log onto his poison of choice and begin to scroll; he knows just where to look, what terms to search to get an onslaught of less than well intentioned "feedback" on his streams. As the tears prickle in his eyes and distress rises in his throat, he reaches for the razor he has set aside just for this purpose. His go-to areas are the tops of his thighs, easy to hide and quick to heal, although the scars remain bright against his skin. After the initial relief passes and the reality of what he's done sets in, a fleeting anger against the world washes over him, and he'll mash a quick defensive tweet out to quell this feeling too.
>Shu
Like Vox, Shu doesn't go for more traditional forms of self-harm. Instead, Shu deprives himself of sleep. It's easy enough to explain away, in his opinion - in his career, not sleeping can be simply viewed as dedication to his work, or a slightly poor lifestyle decision. It's easy enough to brush off anyone who might have noticed the pattern or began to worry about him as babying him too; an agitated "stop asking that, I'm fine" or "mind your own business" shuts the more persistent up quickly. As he goes into his third day of sleep deprivation, his eyes stinging at the brightness of the screen, nausea churning and limbs aching as his body starts begging him to rest, he downs another energy drink and begins his stream.
>Ike
Ike, unlike the others, sees self-harm as a form of indulgence rather than a punishment. A luxury to be afforded sparsely, not out of fear for his own safety but so it stays just as sweet and exhilarating. Like a form of lust, after a certain, fuzzy point the urge becomes irresistible; with a restrained excitement, he settles in the evening with his supplies - pocket knife (sharpened and cleaned to perfection), bandages, antiseptic wipes and spray, and a towel to avoid too much mess - and reclines on his bed, nestling in comfortably. Sometimes he'll listen to music, but often it's silent as he lets the sharp blade press into his wrist just so. It's a dangerous area for such a sharp implement, but he's well practiced, almost smug about his ability to avoid going too far. Once he's made as many neat, straight lines as he feels is appropriate, he watches the wounds drip onto the towel, the searing pain causing him a giddy glee. All good things must come to an end, however, and he quickly moves onto cleanup and bandaging. He doesn't particularly care if people notice the conspicuously placed bandages or scars that sit beneath his fishnet gloves... In fact, it's an exhibitionistic thrill.
