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He goes to school, he gets good grades, he’s an athlete. Everything about Sakusa Kiyoomi screamed perfect. And that’s how he liked it.
He’s a traditional boy. He prays every night. He’s an athlete. Kiyoomi is the type of guy your parents would compare you to.
At least, everyone says he is. His parents take great pride in the way he carries himself, he doesn’t let outside influences affect his school life. Hell, Kiyoomi had a meddling girlfriend, and an even more meddling cousin, yet he still managed to keep straight A’s.
So of course, when Kiyoomi is a third year in high school, and he breaks up with his girlfriend, his grades start to slip, and he seems to be.. out of control, people ask questions.
Lots of questions.
Namely because, Kiyoomi and Misa seemed.. content. Like two peas in one pod.
And maybe they were.
But Kiyoomi’s side of the pod was small, and squished. Like he had no room to be his own little pea. He was surrounded by one and yet dozens all at the same time. It was suffocating.
His parents noticed too. Not because they cared, but because the town talked. And word got around fast. Their son stopped praying when he woke up, he stopped praying before and after dinner, and they couldn’t hear him up late at night praying again.
The Sakusa’s always had assumptions about Kiyoomi. After all, they didn’t know him. They just knew he was their perfect child. Their golden boy. So when said golden boy started to drift, the parents in question asked around.
They asked his girlfriend—ex girlfriend— if she’d noticed anything, “He’s been.. anxious.” Her only response.
They asked his cousin.
“He’s just being a teenager! Finding new idols and what not!” Motoya’s attempt at saving Kiyoomi’s ass was much appreciated, however quite failed.
Having “idols” is a sin. A big one.
Kiyoomi’s parents weren’t snoops, but they felt entitled to look around when they needed something in their own home.
Kiyoomi’s room had volleyball posters all over, the type of room you’d expect from a volleyball nerd, except they all had quite the common theme; thirst.