"A New Chapter in a Life of Turmoil"

Suzuya sat down in the chair, his eyes gleaming with excitement as Akira stood in front of him, scissors in hand. "I'm ready, Akira-senpai," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. Akira looked at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her eyes scanning his bright red hair. "Well, you know the school rules, Suzuya," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "No colorful hair. You have two options: shave it or dye it." Suzuya nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I choose to dye it, Akira-senpai." Akira raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Are you sure? You might look... different." Suzuya grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I love different, Akira-senpai." Akira sighed, her eyes rolling in amusement. "Alright, let's get this over with." As Akira began to cut and dye Suzuya's hair, the sound of scissors and hair dye filled the air. Suzuya watched in the mirror as his bright red hair transformed into a sleek black neck-length haircut, his bangs now out of the way, framing his face. Akira wiped the sweat off her forehead and sighed, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Happy?" Suzuya turned around, his eyes shining with excitement. "Are you ready to see, Amon-senpai?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Amon, who was sitting on the couch, nodded, his eyes fixed on Suzuya. "Yes, I'm ready." Seidou, who was standing next to Amon, handed Suzuya a mirror. Suzuya took it, his eyes scanning his reflection. His eyes widened in excitement as he saw his new haircut. "Wow!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the chair and hugging Akira tightly. "I love it, Akira-senpai! Thank you so much!" Akira laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're welcome, Suzuya. You look... much better now." Suzuya continued to stare at his reflection, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He couldn't stop smiling, his heart filled with joy. As the days went by, Suzuya, Amon, Akira, and Seidou became inseparable friends. They spent their days hanging out, laughing, and having fun. Suzuya's mean stares and glares from other people didn't faze him; he was too busy enjoying his new friendships. But amidst all the joy and excitement, Suzuya couldn't shake off the feeling of abandonment. Big Madam had been gone for a month, and Suzuya felt lost without her. He had grown accustomed to her presence in his life, and her absence left a gaping hole. As he lay in bed, fiddling with his new hair, Suzuya heard the sound of keys at the door. He leaped up, his heart racing with excitement. "Mama?" he called out, his voice barely above a whisper. The door unlocked, and Big Madam walked in. Suzuya's eyes widened in excitement as he saw her, and he ran up to her, hugging her tightly. "Mama! Mama!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy. "Where have you been? I've missed you so much!" Big Madam froze, her eyes scanning Suzuya's face. For a moment, she just stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she slapped Suzuya so hard across the face that he slammed down to the floor. Suzuya looked up at her, confused, as she placed down her stuff. "What's wrong, Mama?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Big Madam walked back up to him, her eyes blazing with anger. She grabbed him by the hair, yelling at him. "What's this?" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "You dyed your hair black? And cut it? Without even asking me?" Suzuya winced in pain as Big Madam pulled his hair, her grip tight. "I-I'm sorry, Mama," he stammered, his eyes welling up with tears. Big Madam's face twisted in anger. "Sorry? Sorry isn't enough, Suzuya. You've disobeyed me again." As she spoke, Big Madam began to beat Suzuya, her blows landing hard on his body. Suzuya cried out in pain, his eyes welling up with tears. "Ahh, Mama... please... stop," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. But Big Madam didn't stop. She continued to hit him, her blows landing on his face, his stomach, and his back. Suzuya's body began to bruise, his skin turning a deep shade of purple. "Mama... please... forgive me," Suzuya begged, his voice shaking with fear. Big Madam's anger slowly began to subside, replaced by a cold, hard rage. She dragged Suzuya into the closet, shutting the door behind him. "You have to stay in there for the rest of the night, Suzuya," she said, her voice cold and detached. "I don't want to see you." Suzuya sat in the closet, his body aching in pain. He wanted to cry, but his tears had long dried. He was used to the beatings and the yelling, and he knew he had to make it up to Big Madam when he got out. As he sat in the darkness, Suzuya's mind began to wander. He thought about Big Madam, about how much he loved her, and how much he wanted to please her. "I'll do better next time, Mama," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. "I promise." The hours ticked by, and Suzuya sat in silence, his body aching in pain. But even in the midst of all the hurt and the anger, Suzuya's heart remained filled with love for Big Madam. He knew he had messed up, but he also knew that he would do anything to make it right. As he sat in the closet, Suzuya made a promise to himself: he would be a better boy, a better son, and a better lover. And as he waited for the dawn to break, Suzuya's heart remained filled with hope, and his spirit remained unbroken. "Mama," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, but Suzuya's heart remained filled with love, and his spirit remained filled with determination. As the night wore on, Suzuya's thoughts turned to his friends, to Amon, Akira, and Seidou. He wondered what they would think if they knew about his life with Big Madam. But Suzuya pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on his love for Big Madam, and his desire to please her. In the end, it was that love that sustained him, that kept him going even in the midst of pain and hurt. And as the first light of dawn began to creep into the closet, Suzuya's heart remained filled with hope, and his spirit remained unbroken. He knew that he would face the consequences of his actions, but he also knew that he would emerge stronger, and more determined than ever. "Mama," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." The dawn broke, and Suzuya's heart remained filled with love, and his spirit remained filled with determination.