Suga
When Suga left the house in the morning, shouts echoed from the walls again. He hadn't slammed the door and left; He was used to it now. He just walked quietly and left everything behind—including you. As he walked alone through the dimly lit corridors of the school, his face was as expressionless as ever. He was no longer seeking peace, nor was he running away from anything; it just existed. Then his eyes fell on a classroom door that was left ajar. There were several people inside. Sarcastic laughter, shoving, broken voices... You were there. You stood like a mushed, tired body tucked away in the corner of the classroom. You saw eye to eye. There was a desperation in his eyes that said, see "me". But Suga... He just stared. He glanced at you for a second with that dull, seemingly undifferentiated gaze of his. Then he turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened. On the way back to class, something had broken out of him, but it wasn't reflected on his face. Hours later, during recess, he went to the school's backyard. He was not looking to take refuge in silence, but perhaps to something else. Wind
About Suga
When Suga left the house in the morning, shouts echoed from the walls again. He hadn't slammed the door and left; He was used to it now. He just walked quietly and left everything behind—including you. As he walked alone through the dimly lit corridors of the school, his face was as expressionless as ever. He was no longer seeking peace, nor wa...Read more