Chapter 1- How it all started
It was a cloudy day when the sky was rumbling, announcing the downpour, when a certain youth in his teens rushed past the streets in a hurried manner.
His eyes were covered by his sweaty bangs and the only hope to gaze through those hair was obstructed by thick-framed glasses. The boy was seemingly lanky while having long black hair and a height above average than most of his peers at that age.
"I-I am home..." Announcing his arrival at home, the boy wished that no one see him before he could ascend to the first floor and enter his room but his hopes were soon crushed as he heard a familiar voice waiting just across the hallway.
"Ryouya? Why are you so sweaty and...is that blood on your hands?!"
The boy who was called Ryouya by the older female standing just some meters away from the entrance, didn't reply to the lady before he exchanged his shoes and began walking upstairs, only after leaving some words behind.
"Don't disturb me now, Mom...I am fine..." The boy's voice was evidently shaky and he looked horrified even from a distance but before the older female could have moved from her spot, Ryouya walked away, leaving no room for questions.
*Dhak*
Closing the door behind his back, Ryouya didn't bother checking his sister's door like he usually does before he slid his back on the wooden frame and plopped down on the ground.
His hands were shaky, raw blood still staining his knuckles as the boy remained frozen at his spot with his eyes parted widely from behind his glasses. His body was soaked with his sweat but the blood...it didn't belong to him.
'How...' Ryouya couldn't help asking himself the same question again and again.
Today, he was about to get killed by one of those bullies who regularly harassed him whenever they felt like it. But today was different...today, Ryouya stood for himself, or to say, he didn't have any option since if he hadn't fought back, he felt he might have died today for real.
But the fact that Ryouya, despite being quite physically weak and having no education in combat was able to beat the crap out of a trained boxer like he was a living punching bag for Ryouya...terrified the boy.
'Was it just my instincts...no!' It was quite impossible to punch a guy hard enough to break his facial bones with every hit and crack out his teeth like they were nothing but cotton pods.
For a few seconds, Ryouya just kept on smashing the guy who had tormented Ryouya for straight two years but when he came back to his senses and gazed at the mashed-up face of the delinquent...Ryouya was horrified by himself.
He wasn't a weak-willed guy but that condition was truly unbearable to hold himself together.
Ryouya did call the ambulance from that guy's phone before he dashed away but still...feeling this sensation on his knuckles for the first time was kind of...
'*Sigh* I should wash up...' Ryouya didn't want to keep thinking about it so he got up from the floor and kept his bag on the table.
He was covered in sweat and dirt and wanted to have a long soothing bath followed by a relaxing sleep so he could forget about this day and detach himself from this neverending reality.
Taking the towel and his pajamas he walked downstairs...taking a glance at his sister's door which was adjacent to him, this time.
'She hasn't returned yet...' Considering how popular she was in her college, Ryouya has gotten long accustomed to her absence from the house...and his life.
Walking downstairs, he heard the sound of the kitchen utensils. He didn't want to keep his mother anxious so he decided to tell her a gist of what happened.
"Mom..."
"Ah, Ryouya..." The middle-aged brown-haired lady twirled on her feet to lock her caramel eyes on Ryouya.
Her figure was quite marvelous for someone of her age. Thanks to yoga and morning jogging, she has maintained her thirty-inch waist which looked perfect with her G-cup breast. Just like her meat buns, her ass was firm and fine as well. She was one of the hottest single moms in the town.
Even though Ryouya was her step son she cared for him just like a blood-related child and that could be seen in her eyes.
Ryouya sighed and explained it to her, "Listen Mom...I am fine...and about the blood then I had a fight and I had to beat someone up."
Glancing at her he asked in an uncertain tone," Are you upset with me?"
Despite already knowing the answer, Ryouya couldn't help asking. He knew his mother was too kind to him and his sister but making her worried always made him feel guilty.
"Oh, my baby..." The lady walked forward before she pulled Ryouya into an affectionate embrace, planting the boy's face over her breast.
Ryouya felt embarrassed being in the space but didn't resist her in fret of hurting her feelings.
"I just want you to be safe and happy, so please don't try to get involved in any violent acts, alright?"
I don't get involved voluntarily Mom...was what Ryouya wanted to say but sensing that it will only make her even more tensed, he refrained.
The mother and son shared a bonding time for a good minute before the lady named—Akhito Aiko let go of her son.
"Now get washed and come back for warm dinner. Your sister must be arriving any minute now as well~"
With that, the lady went back to her cooking. Ryouya was surprised to see how this small talk was able to pacify her anxiety. But well until she was at rest, Ryouya was happy.
Turning on his heel he made his way toward the bathroom which was at the end of a short passageway after the living room.
Taking off his dirty shirt and pants along with his underwear, Ryouya walked inside the bathroom with the towel and his new set of clothes.
He was about to hang the clothes and towel behind the door when suddenly his eyes went toward the mirror placed on the left side of the bathroom.
It was a human-sized mirror so he was able to look at himself completely.
With a frown marring his face, Ryouya brought his hand over his chest as he mumbled under his breath,
"When the fuck I became this thin..."
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