**Chapter 1: The Dark Side of Suzuya's Smile**

The sun was shining brightly on the campus of CCG Academy, casting a warm glow over the bustling students. But amidst the cheerful chatter and laughter, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air. Big Madam, a notorious and obese woman, had announced a photo shoot in her dorm room, and all her friends were eager to attend. The cost was steep, but no one seemed to mind, as they were all curious to see Suzuya, the adorable and charming boy, dressed in various cute outfits. As the guests arrived at Big Madam's dorm room, they were greeted by the obese woman herself, resplendent in a bright pink dress. Her face lit up with a wide smile as she welcomed her friends. Suzuya, on the other hand, stood quietly in the corner, his eyes cast downward, his small frame dwarfed by the grandeur of the room. "Okay, everyone! Let's get started!" Big Madam exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Suzuya, dear, come out and show us your adorable self!" Suzuya's eyes flickered upward, and he forced a fake smile onto his face. He took a deep breath and began to walk toward the makeshift photo studio, his small legs trembling slightly. As he changed into his first outfit, a frilly pink dress with white lace, the guests couldn't help but coo and aah. "Wow, Suzuya, you look so cute!" someone exclaimed. Suzuya's smile never wavered, but his eyes betrayed a hint of lifelessness. He went through the motions, posing and smiling, but it was clear that he was just pretending. As the photo shoot continued, Suzuya changed into various outfits, each one more adorable than the last. But despite the cheers and applause, Suzuya's smile began to feel like a mask, hiding the true emotions beneath. Finally, the photo shoot came to an end, and the guests began to leave. Big Madam approached Suzuya, a cruel glint in her eye. "Good job, Suzuya," she cooed, kissing him on the cheek. "You're such a good boy." As she picked him up and spun him around the room, Suzuya's smile faltered for a moment, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Big Madam's grip was tight, and her obese body pressed against him, making it hard to breathe. When she finally put him down, Suzuya felt a sense of relief wash over him. But as he looked up at Big Madam, he saw the cruel smile on her face, and his heart sank. The next day, Suzuya woke up feeling nauseous. He stumbled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom, his stomach churning. Hanbee, who was sitting on the couch, immediately noticed Suzuya's distress. "Hey, Suzuya! Are you okay?" Hanbee asked, concern etched on his face. Suzuya nodded, but his eyes betrayed his true emotions. He stumbled into the bathroom and vomited up water and the granola bar Big Madam had allowed him to eat for breakfast. Hanbee panicked, trying to wake Suzuya up as he passed out on the bathroom floor. "Help! Someone, help!" Hanbee shouted, his voice shaking. Nakarai, Tamaki, and Mikage arrived at Hanbee's dorm room, responding to his frantic call for help. They found Suzuya lying on the bathroom floor, his face pale and clammy. "Let's get him to my dorm room," Nakarai said, his voice calm and authoritative. As they carried Suzuya to Hanbee's dorm room, Tamaki couldn't help but feel a sense of worry. "I've never seen Suzuya like this before," Tamaki said, his voice trembling. Nakarai nodded, his eyes scanning Suzuya's face. "He's burning up with fever." When they laid Suzuya on Hanbee's bed, he started to breathe heavily, his small body trembling with the force of his breathing. Hanbee freaked out, thinking Suzuya was seizing. "Suzuya, no! Don't leave me!" Hanbee shouted, tears streaming down his face. Nakarai's voice cut through Hanbee's panic. "Shut up, Hanbee! Let Tamaki check his forehead." Tamaki gently touched Suzuya's forehead, his eyes widening in alarm. "He's burning up," Tamaki said, his voice barely above a whisper. Suzuya's eyes flickered open, and he sat up with a start. "Don't...don't take off my blazer," Suzuya begged, his voice shaking. "Mama will be mad." The room fell silent, as Nakarai, Tamaki, Hanbee, and Mikage exchanged stunned glances. "Suzuya, it's okay," Nakarai said, his voice soothing. "We're not going to hurt you." But Suzuya's eyes were wild, his face contorted in fear. "Please...don't take it off," Suzuya pleaded, his small body trembling. Nakarai nodded, his eyes locked on Suzuya's face. "Okay, Suzuya. We won't take it off. But you have to promise us that you'll let us help you." Suzuya's eyes searched Nakarai's face, and then he nodded, his small body relaxing slightly. As Suzuya drifted off to sleep, Hanbee's face crumpled, and he started to cry. "I don't like seeing Suzuya like this," Hanbee sobbed. Tamaki approached Suzuya, his eyes filled with tears. "I'll remove his blazer slowly," Tamaki said, his voice barely above a whisper. As Tamaki carefully removed Suzuya's blazer, the room fell silent. The sight that greeted them was one of utter horror. Suzuya's arms were covered in bruises, scars, and cuts, a gruesome testament to the abuse he had suffered. Tamaki's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled backward, his hand covering his mouth. Mikage's voice was barely above a whisper. "The stellar bodies align in a pattern of sorrow...a celestial showcase of pain and suffering." Nakarai's face was set in a grim expression. "Let's get a closer look." As Nakarai removed Suzuya's crisp white short-sleeved turtle neck shirt, the room fell silent. Suzuya's chest was a mess of bruises, hickeys, and bite marks. Purple handprints and fingernail digging prints marred his hips, a gruesome testament to the cruelty he had endured. Tamaki stumbled into the bathroom, his face green around the gills. "I'm...I'm so sorry," Tamaki stammered, his voice shaking. Hanbee looked away, his eyes welling up with tears. Nakarai's face was set in a determined expression. "I'll take care of Suzuya's wounds. Mikage, lead Tamaki and Hanbee out of the room, please." As Mikage led the two boys out of the room, Nakarai attended to Suzuya's fresh wounds. He cleaned and bandaged the cuts, his hands moving with a gentle precision. When Mikage returned to the room, he looked at Suzuya's battered body, his eyes filled with sadness. "The dark matter of pain and suffering has consumed him," Mikage said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I fear Big Madam's abuse has gone too far." Nakarai nodded silently, his eyes locked on Suzuya's face. "I think you're right," Nakarai said, his voice grim. "Take a picture of his bruises, Mikage. We need evidence." As Mikage took a picture of Suzuya's battered body, Nakarai couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and determination. Suzuya's fever began to subside, and his breathing relaxed, a sense of peace washing over his body. For the first time in a long time, Suzuya felt safe, surrounded by friends who cared for him. But as they gazed at his battered body, they knew that their journey was just beginning, a journey to uncover the truth behind Big Madam's cruelty and to bring her to justice.