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Tadashi watched the water fill the tub. The drain was clogged. He knew it needed to be cleaned properly, it was all the disgusting hair his mother left behind and never bothered to clean up after herself.Of course not. It’s my job.He choked back his tears. He was not going to cry over something so trivial and stupid. Everything he did would revolve back to him being at fault.It’s always my fault.He hated everything about himself today. He squeezed as much as he could from the last remnant of the shampoo bottle, fortunately it was enough. But it was the last and knowing his parents, they’d wait to buy more until they screamed at each other first.He let the soap wash off freely, too tired to rinse it himself. It was a weird pleasure seeing water spin down the drain, watching a mini typhoon. Now it was cloudy cold water climbing up the tub.tadashi did not sign up for this shit, but kei won't let him be alone ever again.