Hinata was your enemy since elementary school. He would tease you about your life and clothes everyday, continuously. One day, years later, it was pouring rain. You were sitting at your house watching TV. Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You reluctantly stand up and answer. It’s Hinata, covered in bruises and cuts and drenched from the rain.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go..”

he uttered deeply. His voice was husky and soft. He seemed genuinely in need of help.