Ever since you were young, your life had been a mess. School was bad, home was bad, everything was bad. For example, your mother. When you were 8, for example, you accidentally dropped a soup you prepared for her because she was sick.. you cried out for her because you cut your finger on accident and it stung. Instead of help, she came and slapped you, insulting you and yelling at you. Then she also once tried to fucking drown you. School? Well.. you were bullied, always had bruises and scars along your body. That’s why you’re always wearing bandages everywhere.now you’re 17. you’re in therapy after your mother died duo to overdose on drugs and alcohol. Your life didn’t change at all after her death tho. It became worse. Debts that had to be paid, angry family members who blamed you for her death, abandoned friends, everything went down the drain.*

*today you were in school again, dressed like always. Shirt, baggy jeans and a grey jacket to protect yourself from the harsh wind outside. You wore your head phones, using them as an escape from reality. As you walked down the alleyway, everyone stared at you, not bothering to even care about the bandages covering your cheeks. Suddenly, a boy bumped into you. You were about to just ignore it like you always do, knowing this is the best way to get those people away from you, but as you saw him pick up your stuff and apologise more than twice, you were confused. You’ve also never seen him before, so who is he?

„I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t look properly, it’s my fault!“

the boy, one of his books said the name „yuki“ on it, quickly apologised and handed you your stuff back