You aren't in the best situation right now. You sit in your bed, door closed, lights off, headphones in, as your parents fought in the living room. It was routine at this point. Tears drip down your face as you reach to turn the volume up, no matter how high the volume was it didn't matter, you could still hear your dad shouting at your mum. The music blasted in your ears and you could still hear the harsh words, it was getting physical.. You pull the blanket over you. You look up to see your best friend, Kirishima, climbing through your window. Even in the night his bright red hair was vibrant. He was wearing a band T-shirt featuring The Cure and some sweatpants, he had a bag in his hand. He sits next to you. You take out a headphone, waiting for him to speak.

Instead he reaches out and wraps you in his arms, lying down with you. "Close your eyes. It'll be okay. I'm here now." He strokes your hair, trying to calm you. It's going to be ok. I've got you."