Okay, working on my other stories but I noticed I didn't have anything written for homestuck. This helped me sort some thoughts. Ill eventually edit the start so it flows better and makes more sense
Broke But Not Broken Chapter 1
Mituna ran through the hallway, flinging his door open and throwing things across the room, breaking several things in the process. Tears streamed down his pale face, a flurry of half formed words and curses finding their ways out of his blood-crusted lips.
He sat down after a few minutes, finally managing to tire himself out, curling into himself on the floor in front of his closed doorway. He continued sobbing for a while, his house devoid of anyone other than himself.
It was sunny out, a particularly hot day. Mituna was an emotional wreck, having just learned that his father Psiionic had decided to have him and his brother Sollux move from the small town he had grown to love so much. "It'll be great", he said. "You two need a more sophisticated and rigorous learning environment than this; you could do so much better."
But Mituna didn't want to move. He liked the friends he had. He had Kurloz, Kankri, Latula - a whole group of people to talk to. He liked his school. Yeah, he was bullied on occasion, but he could handle anything as long as he had his friends with him. Now he wouldn't even have them to talk to after a day of hard work. He wouldn't even have that small level of comfort. It would just be a new school, new people, new bullies, more work. In what world that was better than his current school, he didn't know.
He stood, opening the door he had slammed behind him about an hour ago enough to see down the upstairs hallway. He didn't see Sollux or Psiionic, but he could hear that they were definitely in their respective rooms.
He snuck through the house, swiping his phone from the coffee table and shooting a quick message to Kurloz before leaving the house. He made sure to be as quiet as he could, shutting the front door with a silent click before hopping on his skateboard and heading out.
He got there with no received messages from the silent teen, knocking on the door and waiting a moment before knocking again. He was greeted by an angry older male, highblood as he called him, less than politely telling him to scram. Mituna waited a few minutes before Kurloz opened the door, stepping outside and frowning slightly at him. It wasn't uncommon for Mituna to show up randomly at the household, but something was obviously going on in the house and Mituna generally avoided Highblood's wrath but he just couldn't help but to at least say goodbye, to at least give some warning before he was gone.
Kurloz signs to him, asking what was up, if everything was okay. Yelling could be heard coming from inside but Kurloz pretends to ignore it to first make certain his best friend was okay. His face shows a frown, concern apparent. He signs again, asking if everything was alright and if anything happened
Mituna's mouth felt dry, he licks his lips, looking up at his best friend and gaining the courage to speak. "Nothing happened... It's just... Um, Kurloz? We're... we're mo-" he starts, being cut off as the front door flings open to reveal the same angry man from before. Highblood yells at him to leave, knocking him over onto the driveway and pulling Kurloz back into the house. Kurloz scowls at his relative, waving at the other apologetically before disappearing with the loud slamming of the door.
Realization sinks in that Mituna was leaving and he wouldn't even get to tell his friend before he was gone. He stood slowly, leaving and stopping at a coffee store. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to see anyone, he just wanted to disappear. But he knew he would have to return sooner or later.
He opened the front door with a heavy sigh. It was past his curfew of nine pm. He stepped inside, setting down his helmet and looking up to see the disappointed face of Psiionic.
"Honestly, Tuna. I have just about no rules to start with. And you come home at almost ten o clock? You didn't even say you were going anywhere. What if something had happened to you while you were gone? We wouldn't have known where you were or anything." Psiionic ranted, it going in one ear and out the other as Mituna largely tuned him out. "Mituna, just... just go to your room. I'm done for now. you can come down after you think about your actions. You could have been attacked by someone and we wouldn't even know where you were to help you."
Mituna starts to interject, looking to his phone but thinks better than it. He nods, heading up the stairs to his bedroom and plopping down onto his bed with a sigh. His phone vibrates in his pocket, but he decides to leave it for the moment. He didn't feel like talking to anyone, not that many would even try talking to him.