his childhood wasn’t a very happy one. the days “ before the incident ” makoto was described to be a well-mannered, curious young boy who his neighbors thought very highly of. he loved his parents with all his heart and enjoyed helping out around the house. he was just entering first grade during that time as well, much to his excitement. however, after the car accident makoto was left orphaned and various family members argued about who should take custody of him. it was mostly out of inconvenience than genuine worry ( aside from his grandparents ) originally, his mother’s sister didn’t want anything to do with him. so his grandparents were the ones to take him in. school became increasingly difficult as makoto didn’t want to socialize with anyone and kept mainly to himself, quietly doing his school-work. he went to therapy for a little bit, as he witnessed his parent’s death first -hand, but barely opened up. his mental state wasn’t the same. getting out wasn’t easy either, as for the longest time just looking at a car would make him panic and scream. then, much to his grandparent’s dismay, makoto completely distanced himself with making friends or holding conversations outside of people he was comfortable with. solitude was the only friend that wouldn’t leave. because of his reluctance to make friends and quiet disposition, he became the target of frequent bullying. typically he’d just lie down and take any insults that came his way, however, if anyone ill-mentioned his late parents, he’d become uncontrollably violent and lash out, only leading to more behavioral problems and concerns.
despite these challenges his grandparents worked hard to help makoto as much as they could. one thing that seemed to help him a lot was music. they gave him a pair of headphones at a young age and he used them pretty much everywhere to drown out unwanted noise. even if he wasn’t making friends, it kept him from getting into fights and helped him focus with his school work which began to steadily improve. life went on and when makoto was around eleven years old his grandparents, sadly, became unable to take care of him. eventually they passed, but not without leaving him money ( combined with his parent’s ) to set him up in his adult life, purposefully made untouchable by other relatives. after they’ve left this world, makoto went onto to live with his aunt and uncle, and cousins. unfortunately, that didn't’ last very long either. behind the uncle’s back, his aunt was constantly rude to him and treated him like a nuisance. despite barely remembering her face, being the spitting image of his mother didn’t seem to help his case in gaining any paternal love from his aunt, as they never got along in the past. her kids weren’t too kind either. they constantly reminded makoto how he wouldn’t truly belong in their family, or anywhere for that matter. though, it seemed to angry his cousins more at his lack of reaction. so they would resort to pushing him around. he hated it, but fighting back only got him in trouble, sometimes locked away for a few days. some days he tolerated it and other days he didn’t. it was a vicious cycle for a long time, debating whether to stand up for himself or let people push him around.
this went on for a year or so, then ultimately out of pure pity, his uncle threw him into japan’s foster-care system thinking he’d have better odds, as his options within family were gravely thin. that however, was a nightmare all on it’s own. the privacy was next to none, some days were too loud for him to bear even with headphones, but he had no choice. he had a few foster families who weren’t completely awful, but his ability to effectively form bonds with others was greatly severed. plus, why bother when he wouldn’t belong anywhere in the first place? he was constantly around people, never alone, but didn’t have a single person to call a friend. at age thirteen, makoto simply accepted that he truly wouldn’t belong anywhere or with anyone. so, he kept his chin up and kept on with life solely before there wasn’t another option. whether he lived or died didn’t matter to him anymore. this lead to makoto developing cynical and borderline-resentful views of the world. so, he grit his teeth and studied hard in school so he wouldn’t fall behind others and once he began to gain more independence, utilized this fully to his advantage. he would transition to school dorms ( whenever that was option ) and continued to keep to himself. needless to say, his childhood had more downs than ups and he prefers not to think back too heavily on it, as it avoid bitter memories. the happy memories with his grandparents and parents are heavily obscured, but from time to time, he remembers their kindness, faces, and sacrifices every so often.
