It's us against the world

                                    

                                          
Y/n pov:
"Kuni. Please talk to me..." I spoke in a low voice, as gentle as I could. 
I stood in the doorway, wondering if I should keep my distance to give him room.
I decided against it when he didn't respond to me. My feet stepped towards his bed, and I sat down on the floor, leaning my back on the bed.
I didn't want to loom over him by standing next to him or sitting on top of the bed, I didn't want him to feel like I was pressuring him.
"You're not okay..." I told him carefully. He didn't answer and I felt my heart ache. 
Then I heard a small and brief cry. 
My eyes widened as I heard more small cries escape him. My mind flashed back to five hundred years ago when I used to hold Kunikuzushi in my arms to comfort him whenever he was sad.
"Please don't cry..." I said carefully. I turned to him and leaned my head and arms on top of the bed, looking his direction. 
One of my hands went to his face and gently caressed it. His skin was so soft but cold. His cheeks were stained with tears. One of his hands went up to his face and covered my hand. 
"I can't..." He cried silently. Tears prickled my eyes as I saw the horrible state he was in.
"Why... what's happening with you?" I asked, my voice breaking midway the question, showing weakness. 
His hand, which was covering mine, removed itself from his face, bringing my hand away with it. I gave him a sad look. His other hand went to his face and covered his eyes.
He hates crying. 
He's always hated crying. After all, crying was what messed up his life to begin with. 
But I wanted him to know he could cry with me, like he could before our lives fell apart. That we were like we were before. Just the two of us.
"Please... what's wrong?" I asked him, almost begging for an answer. 
I didn't want him to be sad. No matter what. I wanted to protect him. I wanted whatever was best for him. Even if it would hurt me in the process.
His lips quivered for a moment. "I..." he started before stuttering. He looked to the roof, his eyes completely empty of any light. "I don't want to be here..." he said.
Tears ran down my face. "I'll let you out of the sanctuary, we can run away, anything-" I started but he cut me off. 
"No. I don't want to be in this world..." he said. My eyes widened as I understood.
"This world... is so terrible..." he cried.
His words as he spoke badly of this world were solid. I, who saw this world as a blessing since I was brought into it, finally understood his feelings. 
His voice broke as he said, "I wish... my body was able to burn. I wish I could drown in the ocean, or suffocate in any way." Tears ran down my face.
He wanted to die.
"How long... have you felt like this?..." I asked gently. He waited for a moment before he answered. "Too long." 
I took a few deep breaths as tears stopped staining my face. "I'm sure, we can find someway to help... let's leave the sanctuary, it's not good for you to be here..." I said, holding his hand securely.