90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟙𝟞 - I'm Not Coming Home, Don't Look for Me. ♥️

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Domestic abuse.

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"We should've never started dating!" Shuichi screamed. "I should've just stayed with Rantaro!"

Frustrated tears dripped down Kokichi's cheeks as the couple screamed at each other in their shared apartment. Rantaro had left for work ages ago so he wasn't around to witness the fight, much to Kokichi's relief. "I love you both! Please listen to me, I fucking love you and Rantaro, Shuichi!" Kokichi screamed in return.

"You clearly don't, otherwise you wouldn't have cheated on us!" Shuichi threw up his hands as he paced around the living room.

"Oh for fuck's sake Shuichi, I didn't cheat on you two! Friends hug each other all the time!" Kokichi rolled his eyes, wiping away his tears. "I'm fucking gay you dumb bitch, why would I cheat on you with Miu of all people?!"

"Is that a lie too? Are you actually gay?" Shuichi glared at the purplette, his golden eyes piercing daggers into Kokichi's heart. "It wouldn't be the first fucking lie you've told, how am I supposed to trust you?!"

"Why don't you love me anymore?!" Kokichi screamed. He didn't care if the neighbours heard him (which they most likely had by now), all Kokichi cared about was preserving his relationship. "What caused this constant fighting?! We fight all the time now and I'm fucking sick of it!" As he spoke, Kokichi took slow steps toward his boyfriend, hoping a hug could fix everything.

"Shut up!" Shuichi screamed. He turned toward Kokichi and thrust his clenched fist into the purplette's face. Not expecting the physical violence, Kokichi was caught off guard and stumbled backwards, grunting as he fell to the hard concrete floor. "Just shut the fuck up!" Kokichi's face burned as Shuichi slapped him before storming out the front door.

Kokichi's shaking breath hitched as he watched the bluenette slam the front door, rattling the apartment building with his strength. His limbs trembled as he stumbled to his feet, holding his stinging, bright red cheek. The male attempted to gather his thoughts and decided he needed some fresh air to clear his head. Stepping onto the balcony, the male blinked rapidly to prevent the forming tears.

The cool morning breeze wafted around him, cooling his injuries as he rested his arms on the bannister. He took deep breaths as he managed to collect his thoughts, fighting the shock caused by the impact. What do I do? Shuichi's never hit me before, he's never even raised a hand at me... Hell, Shuichi's never wanted to hit anyone for the seventeen years I've known him!

Shaking his head, Kokichi wiped away the tears forming due to memories he'd rather forget. "No, I'm not going to let someone abuse me, not again," Kokichi muttered to himself. Huffing out the last of his undecisive, shocked hesitation, Kokichi filled with tough pride. Entering the home, he grabbed a backpack he used for work and shoved a few of his basic belongings, ensuring he didn't take anything that belonged to Shuichi or Rantaro.

Flinging the heavy bag over his shoulder, Kokichi sniffed as he shut the front door behind him. Hesitating, the male sighed as he forced himself to turn around to face the never-ending hallway. I should get out of here before Shuichi finds me. Racing through the hall and down the staircase, Kokichi ran from the apartment building and down the street, having a faint idea of his destination. His lungs burned from running further than his body should handle, however, he continued running.

Slowing to a halt, Kokichi's shoes thudded against the pavement as he panted for dear life, desperate for air. As he plonked himself onto a nearby bench he fumbled with his mobile, calling the one person he could think of in his fried state.