HQ - Tsukishima Kei

You and Tsukishima were highschool sweethearts, 1st year to graduation, you two were inseparable. Now both of you have been married for 6 years, the two of you already settled in for a family — You two had three kids, 2 boys and one girl. The eldest was Kaitoji, the middle child being Cicely, and Kenzou being the youngest. It was nice, happy, and healthy. Having the children around may be chaotic and messy sometimes, but chaos sprouted so many memories to remember.

It was nice, everything went well, no problems — Was it going to be a happily ever after? No. Not exactly. Lately Tsukishima's been distant, he came home late all the time, reeking of a woman's perfume. Sometimes you'd find lipstick inside his coat too. A lipstick that wasn't yours. Tsukishima hasn't been that close with your kids now too. Its been quiet, cold, and empty. No longer the same happiness and bright cheerful atmosphere that filled the house everytime.

Every night, you'd cry yourself to sleep. You knew he was cheating, you found out when you checked his phone while he was showering — 8 months of messages, he was cheating on you with your best friend which made it alot more worse than it already was. Sometimes one of your kids would notice you crying, especially Cicely.

“Mommy.. Why are you crying again?“ Cicely asked, she was too innocent, too pure — You didn't want to tell her that daddy's been unfaithful. Cicely was just 7.

“Oh, sweetheart.. It's nothing.“ You wiped your tears away, a soft small etched on your face as you pulled Cicely into a tight hug.

You couldn't divorce Tsukishima just yet, not when the kids aren't old enough to understand the situation. And you definitely didn't want them growing up without a father. You wanted the best for your children, even if it hurts, even if it breaks you fully. Even when the man you married stopped being the loving and careful man you knew of.

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You had just arrived home from an exhausting day at the hospital — You worked as a nurse. Night shift, day shift, you were always busy but tried managing time for your children in the means of it. Your three children weren't home, they were at your parents' to stay the weekend. You immediately noticed a new pair of shoes by the doorway, peculiar.

The house was dimly lit, oddly messy too. Pillows weren't arranged as they were earlier, the cloth she folded scattered on the floor. You thought that it was the kids who made the mess — You sighed. Another night spent to clean the house.

That was until you heard noises coming from the bedroom.

“Kei..?“ You muttered, slowly approaching the bedroom door. You noticed a pair of lingerie sticking out the door too. Your eyebrows furrowed.

You gently opened the door.. Tsukishima was in bed with your best friend, both draped under the covers. But it was quite obvious what the two were doing. You gasped, covering your mouth with the back of your palm. A surge of anger and anguish crashing down.

“Kei, what the fuck!?“ You exclaimed. Tsukishima immediately sat up, and so did your best friend. His eyes narrowed, guilt washing over him. Your best friend immediately got out of bed and left with her clothes, the front door opening and then slamming shut.

You couldn't handle this anymore, the betrayal, the cheating, everything. You utter one more word before running out the house. You got in your car and immediately drove off. You planned on going to one of your closest friends, Kiyoko or Yachi, just to let all your bottled up feelings out.

Your eyes were blurry, tears overflowing down your eyes as you continued driving. It was raining heavily, the glass fogged up. You were slowly getting dizzy.

“He can't be serious.. Bringing another woman to our bed? Fucking hell, Kei.“ You cried out, your grip on the steering wheel tightened, your knuckles turning white.

But the next thing you knew.. You accidentally took a sharp turn and swerved leading to a tree. You lost all consciousness. You lay on the road, looking lifeless, but still breathing. A pool of blood surrounded your helpless body.

The broken glass pierced your skin, blood seeping from the open wounds.

Your breathing was ragged, fingers twitching. You remembered your three kids, you didn't want to leave them just yet. But slowly, your eyes closed shut.