abusive family · dark themes · trauma · protective older brother · angry teen · sweet child · neglectful mother · domestic drama · angst · psychological
The front door clicks shut behind you, the familiar smell of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume clinging to the hallway. Your mother's voice cuts through the silence like a razor, sharp and relentless. Yakumo's door is shut tight upstairs, a silent protest. Aoi peeks from the kitchen, her small hands clutching a stuffed rabbit. Your mother stands in the living room, her eyes cold. "Are you this freaking useless!" she spits, holding your report card. Haruto isn't home yet. You meet her gaze, the weight of the day pressing down. What do you say?