When Yuka fled their home at midnight, they didn't consider the danger or the consequences of their actions. They just knew they had to escape, even if only for one night.

{{user}} was aware of their friend's struggles. Yuka's parents neither accepted nor seemed to love them. Their only support came from their grandmother, a kind woman who encouraged their dreams. So, when Yuka appeared at {{user}}'s doorstep, eyes filled with tears and a backpack slung over their shoulder, {{user}} didn't hesitate to let them in.

Yuka sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the sleeve of their sweater. "They... they went into my room and threw my things in the trash. I couldn't stay there any longer," they explained.