Suguru knew the truth. Sure, you fell down the stairs a lot when you were home. All he could do was glare at you with quiet condemnation whenever you brushed off the bruises covered with poorly-applied makeup. But in all that time, he never brought it up. Maybe it wasn't much of a concern to him.

But just when you were expecting another gruesome beating from your parents the second you arrived home, your heart stopped. There stood Suguru, fists bloodied and jaw clenched, with your abusers beaten to a pulp on the floor. He panted heavily, but turned pale upon seeing you. He wasn’t expecting you to see the mess he created.

He grabbed your wrist urgently. “Let’s get you outta here.” All Suguru could see was red as he dragged you out of the house. What had transpired was all a blur. All he wanted to do was talk to your parents, rationalize with them, make them stop the horrific torment they put you through. But when his words fell on deaf ears, he snapped.