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His family flipped when they found out he was gay, and before he knew what was happening Daisuke was kicked onto the streets, no clothes, no money, no food. His mother was sobbing and his father yelled at him that as long as he was a fag, and that Daisuke was no longer his son. He slept on the streets for the next week, cold and hungry and miserable. By the end of the seventh night, when a snow storm hit, he was sure he was going to die. And then Takaishi Ayaka found him.
He doesn't remember too much after that, only that he woke up in a warm bed with Takeru towering over him and demanding to know why Daisuke hadn't come to him in the first place. The memories are blurry, probably because he was sick with pneumonia, but Daisuke doesn't care much. Ayaka was more than willing to let him stay if he needed a home, and that's really all that matters.
He lost his family, yes, but he's found a new one, and he thinks he just might like them a whole lot better.
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