Problem Child Sakamoto
Story 2 of 8
-in which Ryuji is picked up from school after a confrontation with Kamoshida
these are short but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!
Ryuji bit his lip, traffic had hit at a bad time. The car was quiet, save for the blaring beeps of impatient drivers and the faint ramblings of the news on the radio. He looked down to his hand, his knuckles bruised purple. His leg felt numb but several jolts of pain here and there reminded him that his bone was throughly broken. “Self-defense” apparently was a good enough reason for the school to avoid calling the hospital for him. It’d be a shame if Shujin’s reputation were to drop all because of a simple little problem child attempting to assault a teacher. Ryuji was lucky Principal Kobayakawa had agreed only to a suspension but the track team had to suffer because him. He would have stopped himself if he could, but mentioning something as personal as his own father and the troubles he caused when Ryuji was a child. That bastard couldn’t just say something like that and get away with it.
In the driver’s seat was his mother staring at the crowded road ahead of her with tired eyes. Calling her out of work in the middle of her shift, he really was a problem child.
“Look, I know you’re mad. Hell, I know you prolly don’t even wanna talk to me but can I just explain? I swear it was all him—“
She gripped the steering wheel and smiled, a ragged sigh escaping her lips as she looked over to her son. Tears clouded her brown eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
Ryuji shot up, eyebrows furrowing. “Ma, why’re you apologizing? You didn’t do anything.”
“I know it’s been hard, what with your father gone.”
“Ma, it’s blessing that he left! He could’ve seriously hurt you!” He clenched a fist, glaring at a scar near the nape of her neck. His father had left years ago but he could remember clearly the way he had grabbed at his mother’s neck and flung her across the room out of pure drunken anger.
“I know I’m not cut out to being a single mom. And I’m sorry that there’s nothing I can really do to help.”
“Ma…” Ryuji gulped, looking away from her as a hand went over his eyes, “I’m the one who should be apologizing. i screwed everything up when all I really wanted was to make life easier for you. You’ve got it rough enough already at work and being labeled as the mom of a problem kid ain’t helping much either. I’m sorry.”
She smiled reaching for his hand and squeezing it, “I love you Ryuji.”
“I love ya more, Ma.”