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It was late in the evening when Tsukishima got up from his bed and stared outside his window.

With dull eyes, he adjusts his glasses to the bridge of his nose. He gets out of the bed and steps inside of his bathroom.

He looks at his reflection-there was a tall, 17-year-old boy with a bruise on his cheek, and a gauze bandage wrapped around his head. Tsukishima winces, remembering what his so-called "friends" did to him yesterday.

With clenched fists, he sat down at the corner of the bathroom, weeping.

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