The Spilling of Seeds

SUGA! Pt. 1

INTRO AND CHAPTER ONE IN ONE DAY??!?! WHAAA? So... in this story, you are the younger sister of Koushi!! :D (Horray~~~) Enjoy!! I also will not be using POVs cuz the perspective of this story is uh- how should I say it- pretty obvious! Excuse me for the grammar issues, if you spot any please tell me so I can change it! 

Warning: This was written a fat while ago and I'm not exactly proud of it so read at your own risk-

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No one ever thinks twice about Sugawara, sure his teammates, classmates, teachers, and some other friends think about him every so often. But something always remains unknown to the rest of the world. Sugawara Koushi, Mr. Pleasant or Mr. Refreshing, team mom, Sugamom, he had known all those names for far too long. Yet who would have thought twice about the hidden pain under his bright and cheerful smiles...

His drunken father, always coming home for many painful whips or new abusive tactics to go against Suga and his younger sister, a cheated mother often found locked inside her room with quiet weeps coming from her room every night, and an older sister who had taken on drugs the second she turned eighteen, now in college, rarely coming home to be with her friends and boyfriend. A younger sister, probably the only light Suga had in his family, she was in her second year of jr. high, yet pure and always kept a smile on her face. To him, anything under an A was unheard of, he took on the role of the housemaid along with his younger sister, often coming home to find shattered glass on the floor and blood splattered against the walls. The living room would always be a mess, dirty clothes scattered around the house. Often no one was home, except for his younger sister. He felt bad for her, yet she refused to back down, waking up early every morning to clean up the house to the content of their father's demands, their mother only exited her room for the restroom, nothing else. Meals were to be brought to her by Koushi or Y/n. Sometimes, she would not eat at all, lying in bed, frail as hell. Twice she had suffered from heart attacks, almost died once of lack of blood, and in the hospital countless times for long as 2 years. His oldest sister, Mi-Rae, used to be a protective and lively older sister, sadly, Y/n had never seen that part of her. Not much was known about her, her location rarely known to the family and she would only come home for freeloading.

Neither Koushi nor Y/n complained for years, each time they tried they were beaten up as their father would call it, a necessary lesson to be taught. They both had scars over their body, Y/n's left eye had gone permanently blind when their father had stabbed it with a burning knife, and an eyepatch covering it. The Sugawara family had always seemed like a decent neighbor, their garden in the best condition and the few glances anybody glanced into their home was perfect, walls glistening and the floor polished until it was shining. Koushi was close to Y/n, both having each other's back, shielding each other from their father's wrath, their mother's depression, their sister's obsession with drugs, and their backstory unknown to the rest of the world. He held it in for so long, soon after another beating of his abusive father, Koushi had his first breakdown.

Tears came streaming down his cheeks, followed by an ugly sob. The distant shrieks of pain that Y/n made were clear, yet none of the neighbors seemed to notice. He sobbed into his shirt, feeling his head rest on his knees as he leaned against the wall, he didn't even bother bandaging himself anymore. The wounds burned, yet he didn't feel anything, and the blood oozed from the cuts. Soon his father walked out, whip in hand, and looked at him with disgust.

"Look at you, pathetic. You're not worthy to be my son. You're a failure just like your mother; I can't believe you even have silver hair like me. The silver was wasted on trash, you are trash. Be grateful that you have a reason for living, and that is to make me look like a wealthy and great person that everyone will adore." The father gave one last snort and walked off, and you could hear the blood dripping from his whip and bloodstained hands. Koushi felt his blood boil, it always did, though this time he didn't even bother to move a muscle. Soon, the weak footsteps of Y/n came, he didn't look up at her, he still had his face down on his knees and wanted to disappear to somewhere safe with her. He felt her slid down on the wall across from him, feeling a blistered but warm hand rest on his arm. He looked up and saw the weak smile of his youngest sister, it was weird. Sometimes, Koushi would be the one acting like the younger child and Y/n the older one, they alternated, and never judged each other for they knew what it was like to be whipped and scratched for so long.