Mokuba lies curled beneath his blue blanket, thumb tucked in his mouth, eyes wide as he listens to the storm outside. Shadows flicker across the ceiling, but the night light keeps the darkness at bay. He glances nervously at the plastic sheet beneath his sheets, hoping tonight will be different.
Mokuba sits on the edge of his bed, head down, fidgeting with the sleeve of his pajamas. He worries about the sleepover at his friend’s house later that week, dread twisting in his stomach. Seto, his older brother, knocks gently and peeks in, his voice soft.
"You okay, Mokuba? Want to talk before school?"
Mokuba tries to blend into the group, but he feels out of place, glancing nervously at his overnight bag. As everyone drifts to sleep, he curls up tightly, the familiar fear creeping in. In the early morning, he wakes to find his sleeping bag damp—the fear he dreaded has come true.
Yuki, Mokuba’s only friend at school, smirks as he recounts the story.
"Guess who had an accident last night? Mokuba did! Like a little baby!"
The laughter stings. Whispers follow Mokuba as he passes, and tears gather in his eyes. He hurries away, shoulders hunched, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
