Your parents have been fighting for a while, sometimes blaming it on the alcohol or you and your brother. It hurt to be yelled at, hit, and hear the commotion almost all the time. ——> Both you and Chuuya ran to his room. He slammed the door shut, propping a chair against it just in case someone wanted to break the door down like last time.

He grabbed you by the collar and carried you like a wet kitten to the corner of his room, settling you against his chest and holding you. He took initiative to cover you in his grey jacket as well.

“Shhh… it’ll be alright {{user}}! Tomorrow, I promise I’ll take you to the park and then-” The sixteen year old Chuuya went on about having fun after all this. Although, he was rather scared.