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"𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃?" Iida asks, his eyes filled to the brim with curiosity.
The thunder has calmed down, and it's now peacefully just raining leaving a comforting noise to sit in the background as I stare at Iida as we sit across from one another on my bed. I'm oddly comfortable, like I'm still anxious about him being here and all... but I feel comfy.
I am afraid though to answer his question. I look up into his eyes as I pull my knees close to my chest as the soft blanket remains draped around my shoulders. My cheeks heat up staring at him sitting against my headboard waiting for a response.
"It's a long story..." I humbly reply, since I don't know any other way to answer currently that is any simpler.
It's an innocent yet loaded question. He means well, I don't think any other male classmate beside Tokoyami would try to comfort me. Even Tokoyami would be hesitant. Why is Iida being so nice to me? All I've been is annoying to him, why is he worried for me? A lot of questions and basically no answers.
He eyes me with a lopsided grin making my heart melt. I feel my cheeks heat up again, how did this man make me blush with just a tiny smile? Ugh I hate him... no I don't. I lied. I apologize.
"I'm willing to listen if you want to tell me." He says genuinely causing me to smile softly.
No one really wants to listen to me besides Keigo... they only listen when I say something crazy or flirt. I sigh a hold myself tighter for comfort debating if I should tell him or not... but I want to for the first time open up voluntarily.
"My parents weren't good parents when I was a child to say the least." I start off and he gives me a look of slight confusion but mostly sympathy.
"My father used to be a good person with his first wife, but after her death he lost who he was and fell into a depression. He met my mom and they got married and had me and she was able to keep him happy for a few years until I was five..." I went silent for a moment and took a deep breath holding back my tears.
"Nemuri was about nineteen and ran-away from home without a word. I think that's what set my dad off since Nemuri was the last thing that reminded him of Nemuri's mother. He became easily angered and him and my mom started fighting a lot but still stayed together just because of me.
...Both he and my mother became obsessed over keeping me in their grasp to get me to become successful for them since they aren't the most financially stable and were planning on relying on Midnight when she became a pro, but that didn't happen of course..." I continue feeling the tears of remembering everything that's happened.
