Complicated ~ Nekoma

Chapter Forty-Three

Shortly after breakfast you all decided to leave the cabin and head back home. The drive back actually went a lot faster than the drive there. You felt good today. You finally got your feelings for Kuroo off your chest, your new painting for the upcoming art gallery was complete and looked incredible, and you felt like over this trip you and Yaku had become real friends. 

When you made it home it was now evening. You made sure that the boys were dropped off before you so that your parents wouldn't suspect that you were with anyone aside from Kayo and her moms.

As you entered the house you were immediately met with the incredible smell of your mothers cooking. While you didn't always get along with her you couldn't deny how incredible she was at cooking.

"I'm home!" you called out as you entered the house, leaving your shoes at the door.

You didn't get a response so you made your way into the kitchen where your mom was neatly setting the table. Your dad was sitting in his normal spot at the table scrolling through his phone while your mom did all the work. This wasn't out of the ordinary though.

Your mom gave you a look when she looked over at you. You knew that look all too well. She was disappointed in something you had done. You felt immediate panic just from that look alone. What had you done wrong this time? Did they find out that Kuroo and Yaku were on that trip and no parents? Did they know that Kayo's party last weekend was a lot bigger than you led them to believe? Did they figure out that you were never the first pick for the art gallery opportunity?

As you thought about all the ways you might have disappointed your parents you felt your good mood from early quickly fade. How could you be so happy when you were clearly such a failure of a daughter? Did you even deserve to be in such a good mood?

All it took was one look from your mother for you to completely spiral. You couldn't ask her what was wrong because you weren't sure you were prepared for the answer. Instead you just had to deal with the guilt of knowing you disappointed them once again. This was a guilt that almost never went away.

You silently helped your mom finishing setting the table and serving up dinner because you knew that was what was expected of you.

Once dinner was ready your mom called Isamu down from his room and you took a seat at the spot that had been yours since you were a child. You knew not to start eating until Isamu was down because your family had always insisted it was important that you are all seated to eat dinner together.

When your brother entered the kitchen you had to do a double take out pure surprise. He looked absolutely horrible. The two things that stood out the most to you were the big puffy eyebags under both eyes and the messy unkempt hair. Isamu had always been huge on his own appearance, being sure he always looked very presentable before seeing anyone so to see him this run down was awful.

When was the last time you even spoke to him? You were pretty sure it was a week ago. How bad could a person really get in only a week?

Isamu took you by surprise when he was the first one to even really acknowledge that you were back home again.

"How was your trip y/n?" Isamu asked, his voice was so flat with no hint of any emotions behind it.

"It was really good, I had a lot of fun." you answered, still staring at him in concern. As you had answered him you had forgotten that you had promised him you would never speak to him again. 

You felt so conflicted. You didn't want to start talking to him again and give him the power to hurt you again but at the same time he clearly needed someone to talk to. You weren't the only one who had gotten hurt during that whole situation last weekend. And even though it was his own fault, he had also gotten hurt. He lost his best friend, girlfriend, and sister all at once. Not to mention his whole friend group chose Kenzo over him.