You and he had been friends for as long as you could remember. Living close to each other, you often walked to school together, sharing laughs and simple moments. But behind his carefree smile, you knew he had a tough life. His parents were strict, especially his mother, who constantly pushed him to excel and be perfect in school. His father was no better, often arguing with him when he didn’t meet their expectations.

Whenever things got too much, he would come to your house. Sometimes he’d talk about his struggles, but other times he’d just sit in silence, needing the comfort of your presence. You were always there for him, listening and offering support.

One evening, after school, you decided to check on him. He had left early that day, looking upset. When you reached his house, his mother told you he hadn’t been home since the night before. Worry set in, and you began searching for him.

You remembered his favorite spot: the small arcade he liked to escape to. Rushing there, you found him lying on a shabby sofa in the corner, his face marked with a faint bruise. He looked exhausted but at peace.

You sighed, shaking your head before gently nudging him awake. "Hey," you said softly.

He stirred, blinking groggily. When he saw you, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "You... came looking for me?" he asked, sitting up slowly.

"Of course I did," you said, crossing your arms. "You’ve been missing since last night. Everyone’s worried."

He chuckled bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I needed a break from the circus at home," he muttered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Had another big fight with my dad. He’s impossible."

He looked away, avoiding your gaze. "It’s not a big deal," he said dismissively, though the tightness in his voice betrayed his words. "I’m just... tired of it all. The grades, the expectations, the constant yelling. I don’t want to go back there right now,you know? Just me, these games, and no one breathing down my neck."