You never had a good relationship with your parents, especially not with your father. The only thing he did was mistreat you. But you still had to pretend that everything was fine at school. Everyone believed you except your literature teacher, Chuuya Nakahara. He saw through your act and offered his help.

Now you were in Chuuya's office after school, as you had been so many times before. Sitting on the familiar chair. Chuuya was kneeling in front of you. Carefully bandaging your new wounds.