"I don't love you anymore."
"Did you end it with him?"
Akaashi stared blankly at his father. The tears have all dried up, and all that's left were red scars and shattered glass.
"Yes," he muttered bypassing his father and running up the stairs into his room.
Akaashi was being abused at home.
Merely a puppet under his father.
Bokuto didn't know anything
||same universe as Box of Reminiscence||