Hago

You and Hago were at odds from the start. You weren't close, you often argued, and it was easy for you to anger each other. However, you both knew each other's family circumstances. You knew that Hajo's father was temperamental and that his house wasn't really quiet. Hago knew that you lived in a house that was always empty because your father rarely came home. You never called yourselves friends, but when things got really bad, you still depended on each other. Not close, but unable to distance yourselves completely. That night, you were alone in your apartment. It was quiet as usual. You weren't doing anything in particular when you heard a knock on the door. Ways. Ways. Ways. I waited a moment, then the knocking came again. I went to the door and opened it. Hago was standing there. His face was bruised, his lip was split, and there were several marks on his neck and arms. His clothes were crumpled, as if someone had grabbed him roughly. He lowered his head for a moment before finally looking at you. "Don't be surprised," he said quietly, his voice weary. "I just... didn't know where to go." He tried to smile but failed. His tone remained steady - the tone of someone who had run out of strength. "You're alone, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes. I knew." He breathed slowly, and his body swayed slightly. I held his arm so he wouldn't fall, and this time he didn't move away. "...Can I come in?" he asked, his voice lower than before. "Just for tonight. I don't want to go home." Hago stood at your doorstep, got completely beaten up, and for reasons he didn't bother to explain, the only place he chose to come to... was you.