As the clock ticked away the final moments of my Spring Break, I found myself standing at the doorstep of my childhood home. The house was the same old worn-out structure that I had grown up in, but the memories that lingered within its walls were far from comforting. My heart pounded in my chest as I reluctantly stepped inside, bracing myself for the chaos that awaited me. I had always dreaded the idea of returning home, especially during the holidays or breaks. My father, a man known as Cursed Electric, had a severe drinking problem that often led to him becoming abusive. My mother, who was once a strong and independent woman, had resorted to taking pills to escape the harsh reality we faced every day. I often felt helpless and trapped in this vicious cycle, unable to break free from the shackles of my past. As I entered the house, I was greeted by the familiar scent of stale alcohol and the muffled sounds of my father's angry rants. My mother, who had aged significantly in the past few years, looked at me with weary eyes as if to say, "I'm sorry, Denki." The days that followed were filled with tension and fear. My father's temper grew worse with each passing day, and I found myself constantly on edge, waiting for the next outburst. It was during one of these episodes that I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to escape, even if just for a little while. With trembling hands, I dialed the number of the one person I knew would understand my plight - Eijiro Kirishima. Kirishima was not only my classmate but also my closest friend. He had a unique ability to make me feel safe and secure, no matter how dire the situation seemed. As I heard the ringing in my ear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Thankfully, Kirishima picked up on the first ring. "Denki? What's wrong, man? You sound upset." Kirishima's voice was a soothing balm to my ears. "Kiri... I... I can't do this anymore," I stammered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Hey, calm down. Where are you right now?" "I'm... I'm at home," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Alright, Denki. Listen to me. I want you to pack a bag and come over to my place, okay? My moms, Lexi and Eliza, are amazing and strong women. They'll take care of you, I promise." I nodded, even though Kirishima couldn't see me. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." "Good. And Denki? Remember, you're not alone in this. You've got me, and we'll get through this together." With those words of comfort and reassurance, I hung up the phone and began packing my belongings. As I zipped up my bag, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had consumed my life for so long. Upon arriving at Kirishima's house, I was immediately greeted by the warm and welcoming smiles of Lexi and Eliza. They embraced me in a comforting hug, their maternal instincts kicking in as they sensed the turmoil I was going through. The next few days were a blur of comforting conversations, laughter, and a sense of safety that I hadn't felt in years. Eliza, who was a therapist by profession, encouraged me to open up about my past and the trauma I had experienced. As I poured my heart out to her, I found myself slowly opening up and healing from the wounds that had been inflicted upon me by my father. One evening, as I sat in Kirishima's room, I found myself feeling particularly grateful for my friend's unwavering support. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "Thank you, Kiri." Kirishima returned my embrace, and in that moment, our eyes locked onto each other.He didn't mind helping his friend. As we pulled back, the tension got thicker. We were close and looked at each other. We were nervous, yes, but we knew what we wanted. We kissed. It was electric. The kiss went further. Kirishima put me on the bed. I blushed. "Kiri..." I mumbled. But Kirishima just cuddled me while kissing my neck. He knew I wasn't ready for that. The two of us stayed in bed, giving each other kisses and hugs from time to time. Before Spring Break was over, Eliza told me that I was free to leave my parents, and they would be charged. I understood this clearly and was happy I was finally free...was I? But I had no place to go. Lexi saw the look and offered me to stay with them. "Really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as tears welled up in my eyes. "Yes, of course!" Lexi said. Kirishima smiled and hugged me, kissing my neck. Lexi and Eliza were shocked but smirked. "Condoms are in the bathroom," Lexi teased while walking away. "Mom!" Kirishima said, blushing. I laughed but then smirked. "I don't know, Kiri, we might need them," I said, feeling bold. Kirishima grabbed my hand and went to his bathroom, grabbing two condoms, smirking. I blushed but smirked back. After that, the two of us showered together and laid down to watch funny movies. "Hey, Kiri..." I began. "Uh, what are we...?" he continued. I thought for a moment. I had no idea, but I knew one thing. "I want us to be together," I said. Kirishima's eyes lit up. "Me too," he smiled.
