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Suna's POV

Walking around the house looking for y/n. I can't seem to find them anywhere. Normally they're either getting a snack or watching tv. Knocking on the bathroom door, they're not in there.

It was a rainy day. Kenma was already at school. Walking past the back door I noticed a figure sprawled across the porch.

I step outside to see y/n drenched, eyes closed, on the porch. "Normally I'm all up for playing in the rain, but this is kinda sad," I say sitting beside them.

Without opening their eyes they reply, "relevant because I am feeling sad,". I notice the rasp in their voice and make the connection that they're crying and using the rain to cover.

But I don't tell them that I know. People asking why you're crying just leads to a headache and tears.

"Let's go inside and talk about it," I suggest holding my hand out to them. They open their eyes before take my hand pulling themself up.

We head inside and go into the guest room where y/n sleeps, so they can change. I sit on the bed and wait for them to join me.

I'm expecting them to crawl into my arms to cuddle but they sit next to me instead. Must be a heavy topic.

"You know how I said that I've never cried in my life? And how my parents and I aren't speaking?" They ask. I nod recalling the conversation from the day before.

"Well those people who some call parents made me cry," they say wiping their eyes with the back of their hand, "I thought I was over it but one thought lead to another and ,I don't know", they explained.

"If you're not ready you don't have to say anything," I say. The last thing I want is to over complicate what they've been through.

"No, I'm ready to talk about it," they say.

Flashback in Y/n's POV ~ (there will be narration in bold)

"You know, Aiko's kid never complains about what they're eating," m/n says as they watch 10 year old y/n pick at their food.

"Yeah but I'm not Aiko's kid," you say setting your cutlery next to the plate.

"They also don't talk back, they get good grades, play 2 sports, and have flawless skin," d/n adds.

"There they go. They'd compare me to their friends kid all the time. I'd hate them for it. Sometimes it felt as if they didn't even want me. Or maybe they wanted me to compete with these kids that I have never met."

"Also that same year I surprisingly became interested in archery"

"Mom on Monday I need to go to school early," I say.

"And why is that?" she asks chewing gum not taking her eyes off her phone.

"I want to try out for the archery club," I say.

She furrows her eyebrows in response, "who would want to throw arrows around for fun? You should do a sport that'll keep you young so you can get married in the future. Like volleyball,"

"But what if I want to do archery?"

"Then I guess you'll go to school at the same time as usual," she says. After that, there is nothing more I can say.

No other choice, volleyball or no after school activity. Since I was mad at her I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me actually enjoy volleyball. So I didn't do a sport.