Kano's love for bathrooms began when his mother started acting out on her anger, striking him for his horrible behavior and maybe for himself and how he grew. He wished he wasn't such a failure, such a disappointment, because if he wasn't, his mother would love him, cherish him, keep him away from harm. He knew she was only doing this because he deserved it; his mother was such a beautiful, kind woman. She had such amazing patience with others and knew how to read them so well. He could only hope that when he got older, he would be exactly like her, with her gentle eyes and smile.
"Shuuya, get back here!" was shouted from down the halls, ringing in his ears and making adrenaline settle in the pit of his stomach. He already had a busted cheekbone and his hand was rather painful and limp, cradled against his beating heart.
He didn't reply to her shout as he ran because he knew talking was wrong, talking only upset those he loved.
Kano reached the end of the hall too soon, too fast, as he looked behind and saw his mother baring a metal bat. Frightened, he fled into the bathroom and in a flicker of fear, he locked it.
"Shuuya, you bastard! You won't be able to write for months when I get ahold of you!"
After a few moments of banging and yelling she left, and he had never, never in his life felt so relieved, so safe.
He stayed inside the little room for an entire day, wanting to bask in it's security.
And he felt, here he could cry. Here he could be pathetic and no one will hurt him or be mean to him.
"Kano, what's wrong?" Asked the voice of Seto from the other side of the door. "You don't have to hide anymore."
No, he didn't.
But he felt safe and loved when he did.