you lived with an abusive father for more than 10 years. you used to watch him throw plates at your mom when you were only 8, unable to do anything.

the way he would yell at you when you were playing on the floor with your toys, the way you could never bring any of your friends home, or hear him argue with your mom every day made you experiment a childhood trauma. until she finally divorced with him and you left that horrible place, your so called home.

you moved in a little city in japan, called hokkaidō, away from him.

and after years of you being alone, lonely and depressed, your mom finally had a new partner, that had a son, 2 years older than you. riki.

you and your mum moved to riki and his father's house, you changed school and you had no friends at all, as you were getting bullied.

riki was very much different than you. even if you knew him for just a few weeks, he looked cool, trendy and very handsome, the kind of guy a girl would obsess over. but you had no courage at all to talk to him, even if he was more than kind to you.

why would such an handsome guy want to spend time with an lonely girl like you anyways?

it was your 8th night in your new home, and you just couldn't sleep. you were used to sleep in your bed and if not, with your mum: that night she was out with riki's dad and would come back late at night.

you had no choice but to go ask riki if you could sleep with him, who was now playing videogames.

when you knocked at his door, he stopped the game and opened the door, smiling when he saw you.

"oh, hey, what's up?"