Well. School was hell, unfortunately on a Friday.
First, Giyu's favorite teacher had moved away without warning, then gets insulted for his bland personality and the emotionless look thats apparently said "permanent" and no other expression would ever be seen. Following after that, he gets pushed into mud puddles by kids older than him. Following after that, he got his by a ball and hit his head on the pavement during gym. and oh, he can't wait to go home......Just to get scolded by his mom about how his uniform was dirty. No, there was no "How was school?" or, "Oh my! What happened?" It was just a face full of disappointment, followed by a scold and a roll of eyes when he explained what had happened.
He wished Tsutako was home, but she was at work, traveling to somewhere far for the week, since she was a photographer for a widely known photography company. She would always comfort him when he was down, he was close to her, and always had been. But, she was gone for the week, and it seems like whenever she isn't at home, bad things always happen, as if Tsutako gives off some type of protection from bad things.
Giyu turned the golden knob of his boringly plain white door, opening it as a small creeeaaak followed. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him before flopping face first onto the ocean-blue covers of his bed. Sun shone from the window and onto his hair, warming it up, which was quite comforting to Giyu. The sound of lawn-mower engine's running as people mowed their yards, and birds chirping filled the room.
Giyu sat up to slip the straps of his black backpack off his shoulders, throwing it into the light gray carpet of his room, taking his shoes off and throwing them into a corner right after.Boredom sucked up his soul in almost an instant, so he turned to look at the photos and drawings that covered the walls of his room. Photos of he and his best friend Sabito, photos of he and Tsutako, photos of things he once found interesting or worth being put up upon his wall. He flicked his eyes to a photo in the corner, which was of he and Sabito. They were about 5—(being childhood friends, they got along extremely well. They met back in pre-k, bonding over their love for peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, and their surprisingly similar lives at home.)—and were at a park.
Sabito's older sister, Makomo, who was 11, had took the picture while they were both on the swings, holding hands as they swung back and fourth in sync, laughing and giggling—it was actually Giyu's first time on the swings, so Sabito had decided to teach him how to use one.
On that same day, Sabito had cut the right-side of his cheek after falling off equiptment, and cutting his cheek on sharp metal. Sabito was extremely confused on why Giyu was bawling his eyes out like Sabito had just died, then felt a wetness on his cheek, going to wipe it just to find blood on his arm when he checked to see what it was. The poor boy then felt the same way Giyu did, screaming as if he was being murdered, in which Makomo ran over to him, and Sabito and Makomo's guardian, Urokodaki drove him to the hospital, Giyu holding onto Sabito and crying into his shoulder as Sabito, too, cried as he held Makomo's now blood-stained white sweatshirt against his cheek. The whole ride there, Makomo was covering her ears.
Now, there's a huge scar that starts from his ear down to his mouth. He was insecure about it for a while—and Giyu is certain he still is, but he covers it by bragging about how strong and manly it makes him look, and Giyu can't complain, because it does.
He wants to know what Sabito's doing right now. He had literally saw him before he walked home, but, admittedly, he's always been kinda clingy to him. Sabito was his first friend, and he's always looked up to him. He did have other friends, but they only teased him, or would only be in one or two classes with him. Sabito did tease him too, but it wasn't constant or obvious.
"Giyu, Sabito's here, come say hi!!" Giyu's mom called.
It seemed like luck was on his side, surprisingly. He ran out of his room quicker than lightning, nearly slipping on the wooden floor in his socks, running over to the open door with Sabito standing in it.