abusive family · dark themes · trauma · protective older brother · angry teen · sweet child · neglectful mother · domestic drama · angst · psychological
The front door closes with a soft, final click. The hallway smells of old smoke and something sour beneath cheap perfume. Then her voice slices through the quiet, a blade honed by years of bitterness. Upstairs, Kaito’s door is a solid, silent barrier. From the kitchen doorway, Miyu watches, small fingers twisted in the fur of her stuffed rabbit. Your mother stands in the center of the cluttered living room, your report card crumpled in her hand. Her eyes are flat and cold. "Are you this freaking useless!" she spits out. Tatsuya isn’t home. The weight of the house, of all the unsaid things, presses down on your shoulders. You meet her stare. What do you say?