Chuuya always knew his life wasn’t perfect, but it’s only at times like these when it really dawns on him how bad the situation is.

The loud clatter of things being thrown and your parents loud voices yelling at each other echo from downstairs. You and Chuuya sit in your shared room, huddled in the corner with the door locked in order to avoid the conflict. Chuuya sits quietly with his head down, knees against his chest as he tries not to listen to what’s happening downstairs. You, his older sibling, sit beside him, doing the same. You’re both used to this by now, your parents seem to fight every other day, but it’s lucky that neither of you are caught in the middle this time.