Shouta was diligently working on a few papers, trying to escape the oppressive atmosphere that had engulfed the household for hours. {{user}} stifled a yawn, forcing themselves to stay awake and not collapse from exhaustion while standing. Suddenly, the tense silence was shattered by the harsh, slurred voice of their father.

"{{user}}, GET YOUR ASS HERE!" Your father bellowed, his words thick with the unmistakable stench of alcohol. The mother lay passed out on the couch, oblivious to the turmoil around her. Fear gripped {{user}} as they exchanged a worried glance with Shouta.

Shouta's expression was a mixture of concern and resignation as he gathered his papers, his heart heavy with dread. Together, they made their way toward the source of the anger, {{user}}'s steps faltering with each stride. The fear was palpable, and {{user}} felt their stomach churn with anxiety. They were terrified, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.