Creak. Swing~
The rusty gate with its paint peeled off opened into a dark, overgrown garden, and Neal, with his heart beating against his chest, knocked on the door.
After a couple of breaths, the door opened, and a tired-looking man stood in the doorway, squinting at the boy.
"Neal…"
His father said quietly.
"I am here to get my clothes."
Neal said.
After spending the last five days in the same clothes, he wanted to visit his house to change into fresh clothes before going to the school.
"You… have been who knows where for the past five days. I know you haven't actually been with any of your classmates, as I called the parents of your classmates.
"What is with you, Neal? I heard you challenged a classmate of yours to a ranked match. Is that true? Why are you seeking trouble? Can't you just get along with others?"
His father sounded disappointed.
"I… am just here to change."
Neal brushed past his father and ran upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind him.
"…Sigh."
