A Life of Unrelenting Turmoil

Suzuya woke up the next morning, his body numb, and detached himself from Big Madam. As he pulled off the sheets, he noticed that he was naked and there was semen dripping down his legs. He shrugged, his smile unwavering, and hopped off the bed. It was nothing new for him; his Mama often had her way with him in his sleep. Suzuya ambled to the bathroom, his movements fluid and unhurried, and turned on the shower. As the warm water cascaded down his body, he began to finger himself, carefully cleaning out the globs of semen. His expression remained serene, his red eyes gazing into the distance. Once he was done, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. His gaze fell upon the fresh hickeys on his neck, and he smiled to himself. He quickly got dressed in his uniform, the crisp white short-sleeved turtle-neck shirt, plaid black pants, and black uniform blazer making him look like a model student. Before he left, he walked over to Big Madam, who was still fast asleep, and gently kissed her on the forehead. "Goodbye, Mama," he whispered, his voice barely audible. As he walked to school, he noticed the sun shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the entire scene. The CCG academy's buildings loomed in the distance, their architecture a mix of modern and traditional. When he arrived at school, he spotted Amon standing next to a teacher, Marude, the vice principal. Marude was a tall, imposing figure with black short hair and black eyes. He had a reputation for being extremely cocky, rude, and arrogant. As soon as Marude spotted Suzuya, he immediately dragged him into his office. Suzuya's smile never wavered as he followed Marude. Inside the office, Suzuya saw the boys he had beaten up the day before, their faces covered in bruises. Marude's expression turned dark, his eyes narrowing. "So, you're the one who beat them up, huh?" Marude sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Why did you do it?" Suzuya shrugged, his smile still plastered on his face. "They tried to gang up and attack me first, so I did what I had to do." The boys immediately piped up, their voices laced with falsehoods. "That's not true! He followed us and then attacked us like a wild animal!" Marude's expression turned even darker, his eyes flashing with anger. "I don't believe you, Suzuya. I believe they told the truth." Suzuya didn't try to defend himself, his expression remaining calm. "Whatever, it's not like it matters." Marude's face twisted in a scowl. "You're going to get two weeks of detention for your actions." Suzuya's smile never wavered as he walked out of the office, his head held high. As he walked to class, he noticed everyone giving him the stank eye. They had all been told a different version of events, and it seemed like no one believed him. The girls who had once oohed and ahhed over him now stuck by the boys he had hurt, their faces twisted in disgust. Suzuya didn't care, though. He didn't need anybody. Amon came to pick him up, his expression concerned. "Suzuya, why did you attack those boys?" Suzuya shrugged, his smile still plastered on his face. "There's no point telling you, Amon. You're not going to believe me anyway." The walk to their next destination was silent, the tension between them palpable. When they arrived at the guidance office, Amon left Suzuya there, and Shinohara, a kind-faced man with a warm smile, began to question him. "Suzuya, I know you're a tough one, but I want you to tell me the truth. What really happened with those boys?" Suzuya's tough walls began to crumble under Shinohara's gentle prodding, and he found himself telling the truth. Shinohara listened intently, his eyes filled with understanding. As Suzuya finished his story, Shinohara reached out and gently petted his hair. "Don't worry, Suzuya. I'll try to get your detention lowered." As Suzuya walked to meet Akira, a girl approached him, her eyes filled with tears. "You're so cruel!" she exclaimed, slapping him across the face. "You ruined my plants!" Suzuya's expression turned blank, his red eyes gazing into the distance. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice calm. The girl slapped him again, her voice rising. "The boys you beat up told us that you did it in a fit of rage!" Suzuya decided to ignore her, his smile never wavering. He would rather have everyone hate him than explain that he didn't do anything wrong. Akira walked up to him, her expression soft. "Suzuya, I believe you. I know you're not a bad person." Suzuya smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Akira." As they walked to detention, Suzuya spent the whole time staring out the window, lost in thought. How had everything changed in just two days? When he got back home, he noticed Big Madam wasn't there, so he lay down on the bed, missing her. He wished she could hug him, but she was nowhere to be found. "Mama," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I miss you." As the night drew to a close, Suzuya's thoughts turned to the events of the day, his mind replaying the conversations and the misunderstandings. He knew that he would have to face the consequences of his actions, but he also knew that he wouldn't change. He was who he was, and he wouldn't apologize for being himself. As he drifted off to sleep, Suzuya's smile remained plastered on his face, his red eyes gazing into the distance, his heart filled with a sense of acceptance and resignation.