About the angst starters: Blood for all the Host Club members, when you have time. Then Confusion, specifically for Kyoya.
Angst prompt words | TW: Illness, death, suicide, self harm, injury, kidnapping, vaguely implied paedophilia
“The thing I guess I think of when I hear that is mom. The first time she collapsed, she hit her head on the coffee table. I just remember walking in and seeing all this blood and getting upset because she wouldn’t wake up.”
“Mine also relates to my maman. Although, when I saw it, I didn’t quite understand what it meant. We were spending a nice afternoon together in the conservatory, eating pastries from the store down the road, and she had a coughing fit. When she pulled her hand away, her lace gloves were covered in it...”
“Why do we all have mommy issues? Fine, whatever, mine’s also about my mother. I was only young, but this was also my first experience with suicide. She... slit her arms open, and just lay down, waiting to die. My father was screaming for help, and Tachibana ran to him as Hotta called an ambulance. Ajima… He had to pull me away. I was just in shock. There was just... so much blood. And, as I’m so much like her, I had to go and follow in her footsteps, didn’t I?” (x)
“I wouldn’t say I have many memories associated with blood, but the one that stands out was when Kaoru and I were kids. We fucked up, really. Our parents always gave us strict instructions about going outside and, being ourselves, we ignored them. I still think about it sometimes, that guy going from friendly to punching me and trying to shove us both in the back of his car. What a freak.”
“When we were younger, Hikaru and I almost got kidnapped. Like, the guy even used the excuse of having candy in his van - the creep. Our parents were always kind of paranoid, but that made it worse. Not that I really cared, because... I never wanted to go through that again. Hikaru’s nose bled for so long, too. I think that guy broke it, but I don’t really remember much more about that day.”
“When I beat my father in our match. I mean, I’m glad I did! I wouldn’t be friends with Tama-chan, Kyo-chan, Kao-chan or Hika-chan! And definitely not Haru-chan! It worked out for the best, and I can eat cake! But... I didn’t mean to put him in the hospital... I really didn’t...”
“I... don’t know how to say it... Sometimes, I deserve to be punished for mistakes, but it’s a rare occasion when someone does treat me as I deserve. So... I just let it happen while practising. Broken noses, that sort of thing. No one’s... called me on it. Haruhi came the closest, but that was dropped rather quickly. Part of me was disappointed, but it’s not like it’s bad? I’m never too hurt, after all - it’s mostly just bruises, so it’s fine.” (x)
“I was very confused about how I felt about my parents when I was a young boy. My father was always emotionally distant, not to mention intimidating, and held my siblings and I to a high standard. However, despite my mother being rather absent, whenever she came to my room, she’d praise me and lavish me with the attention and affection I so desperately craved. Although, as I got older, I noticed the subtleties.”
“My mother is a sick woman. It’s not all her fault, but... She’d much rather go galivanting around the globe than... than stay with me. It’s not like I expected her to after the divorce, but a postcard every now and then would be nice.”
“My father, on the other hand, is more supportive than I gave him credit for, and he does love me. He’s... proud of me. We’ve been attempting to work on our relationship, after I got my diagnosis. I suppose he feels guilty... But I don’t even care if that’s the only reason he’s started spending more time with me. It’s just nice to know where I stand.”