InsaneJournal

Kouchisei was secluded in his bedroom at the family home. When his father returned from work, Kouchisei did not go downstairs to see why he was early, and continued doing what his father wanted. He seemed content, but the truth was in his bedroom was tranquility.

It was at times like this he wished he didn't have cram school.

While he was walking up the garden path, he occupied himself by looking around at the stone lantern and gnarled Japanese oak. He knew a few people wouldn't understand why he attended, or allowed his father to decide so much for him, but he understood how important his future was and the thought of that scared him.

He'd found it a relief to come home; him not being good with people usually drained his energy. A shower and bed. His father was in the front room, talking to somebody. He coughed halfway through hearing them mention Nanakamado. The teachers didn't come here. He was reasonably sure he had done nothing wrong. He hung his coat on the rather elegant hanger and looked to getting upstairs before he could be heard.