𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. | 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮

chapter six

TW: prostitution and hints of r@pe. If I have missed anything, please let me know and I will try to fix it as soon as possible.

"Okasan, please... let me stay."

"Kōtarō, this is your chance to shine."

"But you're hurt."

"Don't let me hold you back."

Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut. Stop, stop, stop, he thought. I can't think of that right now.

His mind, however, had other thoughts.

"Okasan, family always comes first," Bokuto held onto his mother's hands harshly. "You can't expect me to leave when you're vulnerable like this, can you?"

Miyami, Bokuto's mother, tugged her hand away. "Like what, Kōtarō? You should know better than anyone that this is my job!" She yelled.

Miyami was a prostitute. By definition a prostitute is 'a person, in particular a woman, who engages in sexual activity for payment.' People often looked down at people like Miyami, but Bokuto knew better. Miyami was a middle school graduate, she had to drop out after her grades dropped severely and her mother was diagnosed with an incurable illness. After that, Miyami gave up with school and instead tried to make her own living. As much as Miyami would say that it's 'her job', Bokuto knew that men weren't allowed to hunt her down after hours for a 'round two'. The Bokutos couldn't do anything about it, though. For how could they, when they couldn't even pay for hot water, or new school shoes?

"Okasan!" Bokuto cried, "this is not your job!"

Miyami breathed in and out deeply.

"Filthy men cannot do things to you after hours!" Bokuto felt tears welling up in his eyes, "and you can't keep defending them. Y-you just can't." He broke down.

Miyami's life was filled with disgusting older men who would pry after young girls. Her father, her uncle, her employers, her coworkers. When she had married Bokuto's dad, Miyami finally found somebody who didn't see her body or her face, but saw her true personality. When he died, however, Miyami was open to everyone once again. And as much as Bokuto would try to push men off of her, it was no use.

Miyami hugged Bokuto and let her head rest atop his. "Kō, please..." She buried her face into his unruly hair, "I need to make a living for the both of us. So go. Go to that Tokyo school, join the volleyball club, become a professional athlete." Miyami gently lifted his head to face hers. "You cannot stay here. This isn't the place for you. You have a dream, something I never had, so go chase it. And you know I will always, always, be cheering for you on the sidelines." A single tear made it's way to Migami's chin, "through thick and thin."

"Through thick and thin," Bokuto echoed.

"I love you."

Bokuto bumped into someone.

"Ah, I apologise, I wasn't looking where I was going."

Bokuto head leaned down slightly to see who he had walked into.

Pretty, Bokuto thought.

The boy whom had apologised had slightly messy raven black hair and-

His eyes, Bokuto swooned.

The boy in question had blue-green eyes that Bokuto could spend hours looking at. His hair was slightly ruffled but in the neatest way possible. His clothes, however, radiated money. A white button down was layered over a black turtle neck that probably cost more than the Bokuto's rent. The pretty boy also wore black skinny jeans (that fit him perfectly) and white trainers. A black luxury-looking jacket was worn as well. Bokuto had never met anybody with as much beauty as the boy in front of him.