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You were done. This was the final straw. There was no chance you’d be able to tolerate another berating.

All it took was an unrestrained frenzy of anger that had ensued the next several minutes to blur all together until you were in the passenger seat of someone’s car—Chuuya’s specifically.

Like the person Chuuya was, he aided in your escape from your house after another belligerent argument with your mom. One text and he was there to pick you up within the span of five minutes.

The car was predominantly filled with your rants about your conflicted home life at the moment whilst he drove and listened placidly, the sound of the radio playing faintly beneath the stirring of your voice.