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Suga was on his way to school, he loved school more than anything especially his team. It was like his second home, better than his first home by a lot. Parents always fighting, abusive mother, not exactly something to call a home. He always smiled and acted like the happiest little sunflower there was, but he suffered to the person he called mom. Suga made it back to school and got ready for morning practice, so did everyone else. 

Suga was always the mom type of friend despite being a boy. He wants to be something that his own mother could never be. At the end of school, Suga didn't have volleyball practice since the gym was getting a cleaning. 'More time at home, yay.' Suga thought sarcastically. He walked inside to see his parents arguing, again. His mother is an alcoholic. As the door shut, his mother's attention was all turned to him. 

"Why are you home early, brat? I thought you had that dumb volleyball club or whatever!" She shouted. "The gym is getting cleaned today, so there is no practice" Suga replied feeling uneasy. "Now you're here longer! Great!" She complained. "Don't say that to him! He's our son!" His dad yelled back. "That mistake is no son of mine!" She argued. They kept on yelling while Suga went into his room.

It's true that Suga was seen than no more of a mistake at his house. Suga walked into his room and locked the door behind him. "What did I ever do to deserve this life?" Suga said as tears started forming at his eyes. He walked into his bathroom and locked that door as well. Often he would just sit down on the bathroom floor and listen to music which calms him down. 

He sat down in the farthest corner in the bathroom and played his favorite song on loop. It never failed to calm him down. Today was slightly different, he was singing along with the song. 

Let's go in the garden
You'll find something waiting
Right there where you left it lying upside down
When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded
The underside is lighter when you turn it around

Everything stays right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
In little ways, when everything stays

Go down to the ocean
The crystal tide is rising
Waters' gotten higher as the shore washes out
Keep your eyes wide open, even when the sun is blazin'
The moon controls the tide, it could cause you to drown

Everything stays, right where you left it
Everything stays, but it still changes
Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
In little ways
When everything stays

That song completely calms Suga down everytime, this time was no different. He sat on there until he was calmed completely. He did his homework and walked downstairs. Suga had a schedule of when his parents were out and when he could move around. He walked downstairs to see his mom black out drunk on the floor and his dad gone for work, like always.

'I'll just eat some toast' Suga thought as he got out bread and butter. Suga hummed to his favorite song as he waited for his bread to become toast. After he ate his toast, he walked back upstairs and layed down onto his bed. 'And now, mom comes in to beat me' He thought. Just as he said, his room door came bursting open. 

"Why are you in bed?! Ugh you're so lazy! Why do I have a son like you!" She yelled as she dragged him out of bed. "Why don't you do something useful for once and kill yourself! Not like anyone would miss you anyway!" She yelled as she proceeded to knock over Suga again. She kicked him as he lay there on the ground, suffering. Suga eventually fell unconscious. When he got up, he had a killer headache.

 Suga stayed on the ground as he bleed a little bit. Suga's mom was actually kinda smart, she only hurt him in places that would leave marks that are hidden by clothes, like his chest or stomach. Suga did his part in hiding it, obviously, his smile looked so real that nobody could tell it was fake. 

Suga let out a big sigh and got up to patch up his bruises. He cleaned up the small patches that were bleeding. "Aw, fuck!" Suga winced in pain as he tried cleaning his cuts. 'That hurt!' He thought as he finished up cleaning his cuts. He walked out and flopped onto his bed. This hell, is what he would have to live with daily.

~With Daichi~

Daichi tried texting Suga over and over again, he even tried calling, but he wouldn't answer. He shrugged it off assuming he was busy and couldn't answer. 'Hm, it's been a while since I last tried calling him, so maybe he'll answer now?' Daichi thought as he pulled out his phone one last time. 

Ring Ring "Hello?" Suga asked on the phone. "Hey! I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out, or something?" Daichi asked. "Oh, yeah sure! Where should we meet?" Suga replied. "How about we meet at the park!" "Sure, I'll see you then!"  They hung up and Daichi got ready, as well as Suga.

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A/N
This chapter is too short for my liking, I normally go for a minimum of 1000 words.


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