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█▇▆▅▄▂▁ "THE WEATHER FORECAST HAS BEEN REPORTED TO EXPECT HEAVY SNOW IN A FEW MONTHS, DUE TO THE CHANGE OF—" the boy silently wore his headphones and leaned against the wall, waiting for the train to arrive. his face was blank as usual, a white scarf covering the base of his neck as some parts of his hair covers his eyes.
you yawned, it was still early given that it's almost 6 in the morning. witnessing a few adults rushing to the train platform with their full suits made you felt grateful to still be a student. you wanted to sleep, nuzzling in your scarf once more but it was too uncomfortable while standing.
a hand tapped on your shoulders, revealing an unknown boy with another school uniform. his hands held a small sketchbook, to be specific your sketchbook. you took off your headphones and accepted the belonging. "you forgot to take this with you from the bench." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, hoping to ease the tension.
"thanks." the train had arrived and you walked away as he stared at you from afar.
'such pretty eyes' you thought before sitting down on the train seat.
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school was straight up shit.
you had arrived back home, only to be welcomed by lewd voices from your mother's room. "a-ah harder please~" the walls weren't that thick in fact it is very thin to the point you could hear the sound of the bed creaking back and forth.
"why can't she keep her customers at the brothel?" you muttered angrily, this had to be the fifth time she's done something like this. being that your mother is a prostitute who worked full time there, she shouldn't have brought a customer home!
a small sound of a kids cartoon was also heard from the living room. your eyes widened, not to have expected your younger brother would be home this early. you ran and saw him on the floor, curling into a ball while listening to the small recording device in his hands to distract him from the inappropriate sounds.
you immediately tugged onto his arm before fully embracing him into a hug. "i'm sorry for not coming home earlier." you planted a kiss on the top of his head before carrying him to your room. "why is mama making those noises?" your younger brother, [b/n] asked with teary eyes.
"it's nothing, don't worry okay?" you threw your bag on the bed before grabbing your wallet and sketchbook, exiting the house.
