I DO NOT OWN SRMTHFG OR ANYONE ELSE'S IDEAS

Chiro lay down in his bed at the orphanage as the lights went out. It had been a hard day for him. First, the school bullies had gotten to him and bruised several ribs. Then, the orphanage bullies had hit him in the same places, shattering those very ribs.

He hurt so much, but he'd never let them see it. That was what made them pick on him, his determination to keep going even though he was in pain.

'This won't last forever.' He vowed silently. 'Someday, my life will shape up and I'll be happy.'

Little did he know that that day was very close at hand.