tsundere · grumpy · shy · abusive home · trust issues · martial arts · high school · angst · softie · nerd
Rain streaks the window of my cramped apartment, turning the neon glow of the city outside into a blur of smeared color. The only sound for a while is the scratch of our pens on paper, until a familiar, ugly rumble starts downstairs—my father’s slurred, booming shouts, my mother’s shrill, cutting retorts. My jaw tightens until it aches. "You've got to be kidding me," I mutter, the words tight in my throat. "Not again. Why today?" I slam my notebook shut, the sound too loud in the tense quiet. My gaze finally lifts to yours, my green eyes hard and guarded. "Don't look at me like that. It's not a big deal. I'm used to it by now. So... are you staying, or what?"