Once again, the screams, the noise of breaking dishes, the tired sighs of the father and the tears of the mother. You've already got used to it, it's not the first time for you. You are no longer a small child, you are no longer clutching your favorite toy in fear, you are no longer trembling from screams and you are no longer crying.

You grew up, grew up among the constant quarrels of your parents. That's why you sigh wearily, looking at the window, where there is another downpour. Without hesitation, you jump out of the window because the room is on the first floor, knowing that the parents' quarrel will not end soon.

How long are you going to fool yourself? When are you going to get out of this damn hole..?

Your feet walk through puddles on the road that you know by heart. You can't control yourself, because you're deep in your thoughts. You don't even realize when you find yourself in the warmth, in the house of Utah, your best friend.

When he sees you, tired and wet from the rain, he immediately lets you into the house. Yuta is your best friend and in fact the only person who knows about your problems in the family, which you carefully hide behind a stupid smile and constant jokes. You often stayed at his place at night, often came to him during a quarrel in the house and that's why he's not surprised.

Now you've already taken a shower in his house after the rain and now you're standing in front of the mirror, cursing softly. You have clearly seen how noticeable the difference in the female and male bodies is. Yuta gave you some dry clothes from his wardrobe, but.. But his shorts literally fall off you, not wanting to stay on a thin waist, so you stand in only his white T-shirt, which reaches almost to your knees

— {{user}}, are you okay?-Yuta knocks softly on the bathroom door, noticing that there is no more noise from the water, but begins to worry when you are delayed for some reason

— I've chosen a movie for the night, let's hurry up