"A Descent into Darkness"

The days that followed were like an eternity for Suzuya. Big Madam ignored him, refusing to acknowledge his presence. He tried everything to get her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to doing extra chores, but she remained aloof. The situation was reminiscent of when his biological mother would ignore him, and Suzuya felt the familiar sting of rejection. As he walked through the school hallways, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness, but his smile never wavered. He was a master at hiding his true emotions, and only those closest to him could see the cracks in his facade. One day, as Suzuya was changing into his gym clothes in the locker room, a group of boys cornered him. They were a rough-looking bunch, with scruffy hair and worn-out uniforms. "Hey, freak!" one of them sneered, shoving Suzuya against the lockers. "What's wrong with you? You think you're so special with that weird hair of yours?" The boys snickered and jeered, their eyes scanning Suzuya's body. One of them, a tall, lanky boy with a messy mop of hair, made grabby hands at Suzuya. "Hey, before you kill yourself, why don't you come over to my dorm and have some fun with me?" he suggested, his voice dripping with malice. Suzuya's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze. But then, something inside him snapped. He lunged at the boys, his fists flying. "My body only belongs to Mama!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the locker room. The boys were taken aback by Suzuya's sudden ferocity, and they stumbled backward as he attacked. Suzuya's fists connected with their faces, sending them crashing to the floor. In the end, Suzuya emerged victorious, but not without a small bruise on his face. As he walked out of the locker room, he felt a sense of numbness, as if he was observing himself from outside his body. The school administration quickly got wind of the incident, and Suzuya was summoned to Shinohara's office. "Ah, Suzuya, my boy," Shinohara said, his voice calm and soothing. "What seems to be the problem?" Suzuya sat down, his eyes fixed on the floor. Shinohara poured him a cup of tea, and Suzuya sipped it gratefully. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shinohara," Suzuya said, his voice even. "I just lost control." Shinohara nodded, his eyes gentle. "I see. Well, Suzuya, you know that violence isn't the answer. But I have to ask, what did you mean by 'my body only belongs to Mama'?" Suzuya's eyes froze, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He quickly came up with an excuse. "I-I meant that I promised Mama I'd take care of myself, sir," he stammered. Shinohara's eyes narrowed, but he let it slide. "I see. Well, Suzuya, just be more careful in the future, okay?" Suzuya nodded, his smile never wavering. As he left Shinohara's office, he ran into Seidou. "Hey, Suzuya, what's going on?" Seidou asked, his voice stern. "Another fight? You're really asking for trouble." But Suzuya just walked away, his shoulders slumped and his eyes filled with fear. He was afraid of what might happen if he let his guard down, if he revealed the truth about his relationship with Big Madam. As he arrived back at the empty dorm, Suzuya felt a strange sense of emptiness. He walked through the silent corridors, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He entered his room, and his eyes landed on one of the knives he kept hidden under his bed. Without thinking, he picked it up and began to cut into his arm. The pain was... numb. It was just a sensation, a feeling of pressure and release. Suzuya watched as the blood pooled on his skin, a mesmerizing sight that seemed to hypnotize him. He lay down on the floor, the knife still clutched in his hand. As the blood flowed, Suzuya felt a sense of calm wash over him. He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mama," he whispered, his voice lost in the silence. The hours ticked by, and Suzuya lay there, lost in his own world. The blood dried on his skin, leaving behind a series of intricate cuts that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Suzuya finally stirred. He sat up, his eyes scanning the room with a detached sense of curiosity. He knew he had to be careful, that he couldn't let anyone discover his secret. But for now, he just lay back down, his eyes closing as he let the darkness wash over him. In that moment, Suzuya felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging to something that was his alone. And as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the silence and the shadows, he smiled. His smile never wavered, a constant presence that seemed to anchor him to reality. But deep down, a part of him was screaming, crying out for help. As the night wore on, Suzuya's dreams were filled with visions of Big Madam, of her anger and her love. He saw himself as a child, cowering in fear as she yelled at him. But when he woke up, Suzuya's smile was still there, a mask that hid the turmoil brewing inside. He got up, his movements mechanical, and began to go through the motions. He knew that he had to keep his secret hidden, that he had to protect Big Madam and himself from the prying eyes of the world. And so, Suzuya continued to live his life, a life that was a delicate balancing act between his love for Big Madam and his need for human connection. As he walked through the school hallways, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness, but his smile never wavered. He was a master at hiding his true emotions, and only those closest to him could see the cracks in his facade. "Hey, Suzuya, what's up?" a classmate asked, passing him in the hallway. Suzuya smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Not much, just busy with homework," he replied, his voice even. The classmate nodded and moved on, leaving Suzuya to his thoughts. As he walked away, Suzuya's smile began to falter, just for a moment. But then, it was back, a bright, shining thing that seemed to light up the darkness. "Hi, Mr. Shinohara," Suzuya said, walking into Shinohara's office. "What's up?" Shinohara smiled, his eyes warm. "Not much, Suzuya. Just wondering how you're doing." Suzuya's smile never wavered. "I'm doing fine, sir. Thanks for asking." As the days went by, Suzuya's life continued to be a balancing act. He walked a thin line between his love for Big Madam and his need for human connection. And through it all, his smile never wavered, a constant presence that seemed to anchor him to reality. "Hey, Suzuya, want to hang out?" Seidou asked, approaching him in the hallway. Suzuya's smile faltered, just for a moment. He felt a pang of fear, a fear of being discovered. "I'm busy, Seidou," he said, his voice even. "Maybe another time." Seidou nodded, his eyes concerned. "Okay, Suzuya. Take care, okay?" Suzuya nodded, his smile back in place. As Seidou walked away, Suzuya felt a sense of relief wash over him. He continued to walk through the hallways, his smile never wavering. But deep down, a part of him was screaming, crying out for help. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Suzuya made his way back to the dorm. He felt a sense of emptiness, a sense of disconnection from the world around him. But as he entered his room, his eyes landed on the knife he had used earlier. He picked it up, his fingers wrapping around the hilt. For a moment, he just stood there, the knife poised in mid-air. Then, with a swift motion, he began to cut into his arm once more. The pain was... numb. It was just a sensation, a feeling of pressure and release. Suzuya watched as the blood pooled on his skin, a mesmerizing sight that seemed to hypnotize him. As the blood flowed, Suzuya felt a sense of calm wash over him. He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mama," he whispered, his voice lost in the silence. And in that moment, Suzuya felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging to something that was his alone. "Goodnight, Mama," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, but Suzuya's smile remained, a constant presence that seemed to anchor him to reality. "I love you, Mama," he whispered, his voice lost in the silence. The night wore on, and Suzuya's dreams were filled with visions of Big Madam, of her anger and her love. He saw himself as a child, cowering in fear as she yelled at him. But when he woke up, Suzuya's smile was still there, a mask that hid the turmoil brewing inside. He got up, his movements mechanical, and began to go through the motions. His life was a delicate balancing act, one that required him to walk a thin line between his love for Big Madam and his need for human connection. And as he walked through the school hallways, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness, but his smile never wavered. "Good morning, Suzuya," a teacher said, passing him in the hallway. Suzuya smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, teacher," he replied, his voice even. The teacher nodded and moved on, leaving Suzuya to his thoughts. As he walked away, Suzuya's smile began to falter, just for a moment. But then, it was back, a bright, shining thing that seemed to light up the darkness. "I'm fine," Suzuya said, his voice to himself. "I'm fine." And with that, he continued on his way, his smile never wavering, his heart hidden behind a mask of calm.