❝ connected ❞ | tsukishima kei

hurt

i opened my eyes. where am i?

“y/n! you're awake!”

a guy hugged me so tight. i was about to scream and push him away but then a familiar scent filled my nose.

“ryu?...”

he nodded his head and kissed me on my temple.

i smiled, “aww... so sweet.” i weakly teased him and punched him lightly in the arm.

he glared at me. oh shit! i don't want to see his face when he's glaring. he looks like a gangster in the streets. no offense, ryu.

“WHY DID YOU FUCKING SLEEP AT THE STREETS?!”

i looked up at him with a confused look. streets? but i was in my bed last night!

“pfftt!! hahahaha!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?!”

i continued to laugh at his distorted face and fake wiped a tear in my eye.

he sighed then patted my head.

when we both calmed down. i asked him a question that's been bugging me.

“ryu?”

“hmm?”

“is there a guy who helped me when i was—uhh sleeping on the streets?”

i badly want to know. i couldn't see his face last night and i don't know why. maybe tears clouded my eyes.

“a guy? no you idiot! i was the one who found you!”

“oh...” i looked down as i started playing with my fingers—a habit that i picked up ever since i was kid. it just shows how bothered i am.

luckily, ryu's here with me...

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we're now sitting on a couch at ryu's house. i told them why i was found sleeping on the streets last night.

the truth is, i had a fight with my mom. i don't know why she started hitting me, but i do know that she was saying something like “you don't belong here!”

again...

that's why i ran and ran on the streets. just to get away from my mom. or should i even call her that? i don't know anymore...

now im sitting here, drinking hot tea in a cold weather, with blankets wrapped around me.

saeko nee-san grabbed my hand and squeezed it. she the started looking through the cut on my thigh, “it must have hurt...” my heart hurts so bad.

i just smiled at her and mouthet a soft 'thank you'.

sometimes, i wish saeko was my mom.

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