#writing Hiccup getting bullied by children is my passion

[sboochi]

Thank you @hijacksecrets for tagging me in this WIP game :D (those TotK sketches tho????)

I don't have much to show but I guess a little fic snippet at the end should be good!

(Hey you. Yeah you!! Do you have a WIP you can't wait to share?? Well now you're tagged and you Must show it)

First a sketch that I've long lost motivation on..... Maybe someday I'll finish this

And some Ineffable Husbands practice! I still have a long way to go before I can call myself satisfied with these

Finally, something from the fic! (Context? You don't need that)

The four approached the children, with Jack leading the way, but they didn't seem too pleased to see a group of strangers invade their territory.

"Who are you?" asked one of the older kids, a little girl around eight with a dirty chin and braided hair.

Rapunzel, obviously fascinated by the group, bent down at her level, leaning her hands against her knees. "We're just travellers looking around."

The little girl squinted. "Alright. What do you want?"

"We need to ask some questions," Merida said unceremoniously.

Rapunzel elbowed her.

"What? I've never got anything from my brothers by being nice," Merida defended herself.

A boy pointed at her. "Why aren't you wearing a petticoat like other big girls do?"

"'Cause it makes riding my horse uncomfortable."

"Where's your horse?"

"... He ran away."

It was enough to make the children even more suspicious. The younger kids hid behind the taller ones, frightened.

Hiccup raised his hands. "We just want to ask if you’ve seen anything strange in town lately," he said, hoping to sound reassuring.

The little girl stared at him without shame. "I'm not telling you anything, Skinnylegs."

Hiccup now remembered why every time he stumbled upon children in Berk, he crossed the street.

[moody-bloosh]

i only have one heart (Bruno Buccellati, Prosciutto)

oh bOY passion project time! here i present to you the age old question, who is best? Childhood friend or mysterious transfer student? ; ) 

This is just some very self-indulgent, fluff, angst, teen drama nonsense that I wanted to write because I’ve been such shoujo manga trash recently. No one asked for this but someone did say that they wanted to see Prosci stealing Bucci’s lover. So this is the next best thing I came up with. 

Enjoy~! 

we’ll always be together, and that’s a promise. 

His mother had left and his father was always working late, so of course Bruno would spend almost every other day at your house. As children, you would spend your every waking hour together. He’d be bullied and teased by the local children. 

‘Unwanted child,’ they’d call him. Because of the fact that his mother had left. Because of the fact that his father was never home. 

You would always come to his defense, coming at the local bullies with unparalleled fury. On the floor, beat up and chastened, the bullies would glare at you as you rushed back to Bruno. As you helped him up, already wiping away the tears falling down his chubby childish cheeks, they bullies would yell at you with all the venom a child could muster. 

“Ew! _____ likes Bruno!” 

“That’s right I like Bruno!” You fired back, not noticing the adoring glimmer he had in his eyes. 

Holding hands as you walked home, pinky promises that you’d always be there for him, these were his treasures. The memories he held on to, to stave off the crushing silence that awaited him in his lonely home. 

Looking back, wasn’t this the start? 

Now the head of the Public Morals committee, it wasn’t strange for Bruno to end up fixing your uniform for you. He’d always chide you for leaving the top two buttons on your uniform open. 

“They need to be buttoned up,” he would say as he would come closer to fix your uniform for you. 

“It’s a style,” you would complain as he fussed over you much like a mother would their eldest child. 

How the tables had turned now. He was certainly a far cry from the bullied little boy who always needed your protection. He’d really started to come into his own in high school. He was respected, adored, always breaking some poor girl or boy’s heart with a genuinely apologetic yet firm rejection. As the two of you would walk home together, you would find yourself reproaching him. 

“I can’t believe you rejected someone again! That last one was really cute too,” you commented. 

“They’re just not my type,” he replied blandly. 

“Why is there anyone you like right now?” 

A gulp he hopes you won’t notice. Really, what could he do when you looked at him like that? Eyes wide, a tilt of your head to betray how curious you were. He finds himself stumbling just a bit to find a way to steer the conversation away from what he believed were his obvious feelings for you. 

“If you keep annoying me like this I won’t treat you at that new cafe by the station.” 

“Ugh, Bruno, you bully! What happened to that cute kid I doted on and defended, huh?!” 

With a playful flick to your forehead, you were silenced. There was a cute little pout on your lips as you muttered that you were totally going to make him pay for the most expensive thing in the cafe. Ah really, if he could spend the rest of his days like this, together with you. He wouldn’t ask for anything else. Just like this, he was already happy. 

He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous. 

“Bruno, there’s someone I like!” 

Your eyes were glimmering. You were so radiant, truly the aura of someone in the throes of youthful love. 

“Don’t tell anyone alright? I think he likes me too, but I’m not too sure…” 

As per usual he was adjusting your uniform, you were being unnaturally docile today. No sly side comments, just a wistful look in your eyes as you stared off somewhere. Curious, Bruno followed your gaze to find that you were staring at the new transfer student, a rowdy delinquent who’d been kicked out of his last school. So that was why the look in your eyes were so familiar.

He looked at you the same way. 

Why him? He couldn’t help but think. He couldn’t bring himself to ask you. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, even though it hurt, even though it felt like his heart was breaking with each and every second he spent in this horrible situation. 

I was the one… who loved you first. 

“I hope it goes well for you,” he says instead with a smile that doesn’t quite reach the corners of his eyes. You are only too blinded by love to notice the obviously fake smile he gives you. 

For someone who hated liars, he was certainly an excellent one. 

oh, first love, where is your sting? 

He didn’t deserve to be loved. So stop looking at him like that, it will make his resolve waver. Don’t say those sweet words, it will make him yearn to hold you in his arms. Don’t cry, it will make him want to kiss you. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t return your feelings, _____.” 

You can’t fall for me, I’ll only ruin you. 

What did you say to him when you first met? Ah, that was right. 

“Hey, buddy! You can’t smoke up here, this is my spot!” 

Your hands were on your hips as you stood above him. The cigarette was barely lit, just hanging loosely off his lips. He looked at you in the same way one would regard something like their annoying younger sibling. 

“Buzz off.” 

He rolled his eyes at you, he wasn’t really looking to smoke but your interruption made him want to do it just to spite you. Undeterred, you had leaned over to pluck the cigarette from his lips. Your fingers brushed his lips just the slightest bit. It was a little chapped but that was the first time you’d ever touched a boy’s lips, and you didn’t dwell on that detail for too long. Before he can even sit up, you were winding your arm like a world-renowned pitcher and launching his barely lit cigarette off the roof. 

“There we go,” you said with a triumphant grin. “Bye, death stick!” 

“Jesus, that- what the fuck!?” 

“I told you, if you’re hanging out at my spot, you have to follow my rules.” 

“…fine then, I’m leaving.” 

“Hey, hey come on! Prosciutto!” 

He ignores your protests, his fingers twitch. That was his last and only stick of cigarette. 

Damn it. 

An annoyed raise of his brow and his narrowed eyes make it clear, but just in case you weren’t getting it, he made sure to infuse his tone with as much derision as he could. 

“Are you normally this annoying?” 

“Well, as the class rep, I’m here to make sure everyone gets along!” 

“Just leave me alone,” he huffed, aggravated. 

“Sorry no can do! Our homeroom teacher told me to keep an eye on you, specifically. So I guess, I’ll be in your care, Prosciutto.” 

A beat of silence as he regards your outstretched hand. 

“You’re a real pain in the neck, aren’t you?” 

“I’m just doing my job,” you said with a bright sunny smile on your face. Ha. 

Perhaps that determination you had, the sincerity in your annoying eyes, it could be quite endearing. That was bad. Very, very bad. He has to extricate himself from you, he can’t let himself be attached to you. 

“I’m here to give you the notes you missed in class,” you said, clutching a small stack of papers close to your chest. “Feeling better now, Prosci?” 

“You cannot be serious,” he groans, then as if noticing your new nickname for him, he snaps. “Don’t call me that. 

“Ah, but it’s cute isn’t it?” 

“It’s not, it’s annoying just like you.” 

“Hmm, alright…” 

Damn it, don’t sound so smug. He definitely won’t allow you to talk to him like that, okay? 

Your notes are messy, but it is littered with sticky notes trying to explain the lesson to him. There are even ugly little doodles that made him snort. A small smile makes its way on his face before he catches himself a little too late. Damn it, this was bad. This was very, very bad. 

Sooner or later, he was bound to let his guard down. 

You were smiling, even though you were so frightened, even though it must have hurt. 

“I’m fine, Prosciutto.” 

It was supposed to be just a simple task, you were buying materials for the play your class was putting on for the school festival. But he had been recognized and that put you at risk. He dispatches of the thug quickly enough but the damage had already been done. 

There was a deep gash on your leg, one that would likely leave a scar. Though it wasn’t anything too serious, his gaze lingered on it. The sight of it blood seeping through bandages brings back memories of nights spent bloodied and bruised, with slumped over bodies littering the floor in front of him. He remembers the sight of his friends, Sorbet and Gelato, beaten up within an inch of their life because of their ties to him and the others. 

He remembers the sight of them, even now there were still bruises, wounds, scars that would never heal. 

He couldn’t let that happen to you. That was why, it was better to break your heart.

Don’t worry, you are not alone in that painful endeavor. 

the sunny afternoon is punctuated with rain. 

Your hiccups and sobs fill the quiet afternoon as you walk to the exit. As always, Bruno is waiting for you. His lips are drawn in a grim line. There are no words of comfort offered save for his usual line for you. 

“Let’s walk back home together.” 

Prosciutto remembers how you looked at him when he asked you, “why are you being so kind to me?” 

“Because, you had such lonely eyes, eyes that were just begging to be loved.” 

You had said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, there was this dreamy, content look in your eyes as you said it too. So sincerely, with so much conviction. It was unfair. What was he to do when you looked at him like that? But then you realized your slip up and the moment is over already. You couldn’t help it, you loved him so much, sometimes words like that just slipped out. 

“What the hell?” He said, practically doubling over in laughter at your words, laughing freely for the first time in a long while. He looked so innocent while he was laughing. 

Ah, right, that was the time. 

Your teardrops were still on the floor, he noted. 

Damn it all. He can’t help it, opening up a window, he smokes right there in the classroom.

[eottoghe]

Little Boxes - Eleven

A Jeonghceol Domestic AU where they live in suburbia with their six year old son Chan. Jeonghan is an active member of the PTA, a soccer dad and chauffeur, and a supportive parent all around. His loving husband cares deeply for his passions and will follow him to the end of the world if it keeps him and his family happy. Follow their journey as they get caught up in fun and zany adventures when they fall outside of the guide lines of your average neighbor. Don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I want to see how many different domestic prompts I can get out of this AU before I run out of steam.

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

NOTE: This takes place before all the holiday stuff. I just can’t plan for shit and write too slow lmao.

Autumn begins to settle in quickly. Warm sunshine accompanies a light breeze. The leaves start to change color and ever so slightly dangle from their branches, ready to fall. It’s sweater weather and warm tea time, but not quite cool enough for fluffy coats and mittens yet. With the sky being so clear and the temperature being just right, Jeonghan decides to take Chan to the park. Other parents in the surrounding area have noticed the scenic day and have brought their own kids to the playground as well. It’s relatively full. Not too much so that he couldn’t easily keep an eye on his kid, but enough to where the other kids could keep Chan company. Once too many has Jeonghan gotten stuck on a slide because Chan just insists on racing with him. He watches from the sidelines and lets him be a rowdy six-year-old for once.

Of course, it doesn’t take long for Jeonghan to garner some unwanted attention, so he puts on a fake smile to greet a parent that frequents this area. She’s rather distracting and he couldn’t remember her name if he tried, but she doesn’t seem to notice. He doubts she even realizes how annoying she is. Or if she does, she probably finds it charming. Apparently, she is in the PTA too but is a little more reserved so maybe that’s why he doesn’t remember her. He cuts his eyes between her and Chan (they call him overprotective, but he says its just diligence). She mentions something about saving pictures in her phone about some hot dad from the bake sale. Before Jeonghan can effectively pry into her gallery, he hears a shout that sounds all too familiar.

His heart stops, stomach drops, and he hurriedly hops over some children just to get to the source of that scream. He starts panicking once he sees his son on the ground in front of the swing sets. He’s got a skinned-up knee and a bloody palm and his crying echoes through the park achingly. Jeonghan runs over and immediately picks up the boy, checking his face for any life-threatening injuries. He sighs when he sees none. A flurry of questions and hushes come out of Jeonghan, instantly soothing the boy.

“What’s wrong baby? What happened?” He’s bouncing Chan on his hip and through broken cries and hiccupping he hears him say something about a girl pushing him. He connects the dots and sees some long-haired child around his kid’s age swinging merrily back and forth. Once Chan sees her again, he begins to cry more, burying his snot covered nose into Jeonghan’s shoulder. The dad knows he should just take the younger home to get him all cleaned up, but not before giving this brat a piece of his mind.

“Excuse me. Can I speak to you for a moment, sweetie?” It’s clear Jeonghan is a bit upset but tries to keep a calm demeanor so as not to trigger the parent that is sure to be lurking. If they are not monitoring their child like they should be, he’ll take that step for them. If they won’t discipline them, he will. A good scolding is necessary otherwise they’ll never learn. The girl continues to swing but does at least look at him with a bored expression. Kids can be so rude these days. “Now I know you probably didn’t mean it...” Even though Jeonghan knows damn well she is old enough to know better, “ …but it’s not nice to shove others aside to get what you want. Pushing someone off a swing is unacceptable behavior.” She has the nerve to yawn, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want your mom or dad to know what you’ve been up to, but I think it’s best if I talk to one of them.”

Before Jeonghan can even ask for the kid to point out their parent, he hears a vicious voice bark out, “Why are you harassing my daughter?"

Jeonghan is so offended because he’s not the one doing the harassing! “Harrassing?” he begins to tell them off, but when he turns around, it’s like the whole world comes to a full, screeching halt. Fate is on some fuckshit today.

 Jang Doyoon. Age 28. Number 19 on Jeonghan’s hit list.

Don’t be fooled. Just because he’s 19, does not mean there’s any less of a loathing for him. In fact, Jeonghan’s list is quite long so he’s still somewhere around the top 20%. It’s just Jeonghan’s luck that he runs into him after so long. It’s a small world (and at this moment he wishes he was on the opposite side of it).

Once, long before, Jang Doyoon seemed hellbent on ruining his whole life. He’d transferred to the same university as him and maybe it was some kind of territorial defense mechanism that had Doyoon making every encounter absolutely terrible. Jeonghan almost fought him once the other “accidentally” bumped into him with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hands. Even more, he didn’t even say sorry after staining his blouse and causing minor burns. Oddly, Jang Doyoon vanished after that. Jeonghan never questioned it, just closed that chapter in his book. Jeonghan hadn’t thought anything else of the boy.

That is… until now.

The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. He mentally rolls up his sleeves, pulls up his big boy pants and prepares to stand up to the bully he never had the chance to.

“When my son was using the swing, your kid pushed him off.” His tone remains polite yet challenging. Jeonghan is a cordial man with a short temper. His soft exterior shields unsuspecting people from his true wrath.

But Jang Doyoon has accepted the challenge. “Well did she have reason to do so?”

Jeonghan is like a cauldron of molten lava now. His brain stutters, not believing the audacity this man has to ask a question like that. “What did you just say?” He raises an eyebrow.

“If your kid is hogging the swings, don’t you think it’s only fair to take turns?” Jeonghan can tell his cattiness has remained intact all these years later.

“I guess delinquency runs in the family.” Jeonghan leans in real close and his voice gets real low. “If you or your spawn of Satan ever comes anywhere near my child again, I will personally hand your ass over to you on a silver platter.”

Jeonghan makes sure he has a firm grip on Chan, the six-year-old still clinging tightly in his hold. He makes a dramatic exit, not once glancing back at the man who triggered his inner Mama Bear. There’s a cloud of dust in his wake and a couple stunned parents fishing for new gossip. If Jeonghan were to retell the story, be sure to expect explosions in the background, fire—lots of it, and a man quaking in fear.

On the walk home, he’s speaking sweet words to the child easily winding him down. Chan’s still shaken up, never really having been the focus of a bully’s rampage. His bawling has now turned into slight sniffling. He’s just too kind for this world. Jeonghan feels awful that someone so mean could target his precious baby. He hopes Chan never has to see her again (and that he never has to see her father).

He sits Chan on the counter of his bathroom once they get home. Chan knows how it feels to get cuts cleaned. It makes him want to cry all over again at the memory of it. It was too similar to his bike accident a few months ago. He never wanted to go through that again, but here he is. His dad reaches toward him with a cotton ball. He knows it isn’t water soaked through it because water doesn’t burn. And the smell is never that strong. He flinches each time it gets closer.

“I need you to be still, baby. It’ll take longer to clean if you keep moving around.”

“But it huuurts…” The pout is so much like Seungcheol’s that Jeonghan has to refrain from rolling his eyes.

“I know. I know. But it’s the only way to make it better. Can you be a big boy for me?” That seems to do the trick as Chan stops fidgeting on the counter and sits up a little straighter. His eyebrows flatten out into a line as he mocks what he thinks determination should look like. He’s already cried so much today. He wants to be a big boy who doesn’t have a fit when the stinging, burning water like thing gets too close. He nods.

But the contact makes all of that go out the window. He yelps and kicks his leg in surprise. His pout has returned and his wide eyes swell with brimmed tears. Thankfully Jeonghan catches his leg before he gets kicked. Holding it in place, he dabs the wounds a few times and fully cleans up any remnants of pebbles and blood. Even when Chan starts crying again and trying to shy away, he holds fast and tries not to let it affect him as much. It’s hard though. Seeing Chan cry and knowing he’s the one causing the pain makes his own heart wrench. He feels so guilty that he wasn’t able to protect his baby in the first place.

“I’m almost done. I’m so so sorry.” Jeonghan croons. The six-year-old’s fists come to tighten in the collar of Jeonghan’s shirt, an attempt to distract himself.

Jeonghan finishes up with Spiderman decorated band-aids. It’s the only good thing of this whole ordeal because Chan finally smiles seeing one of his favorite superheroes. They don’t have any plans for the rest of their day so Jeonghan thinks it’s a perfect time to watch cartoons and let Chan eat snacks and ice cream before dinner for once.

Next Chapter

[soaringlanddormitory]

Once again, I wasn’t able to draw but it was because of how one of my fingers hurt... But I did write a bit!! One of my friends wanted to red something about the children of Masae and Kuga, so I decided to write something!! It has some small angst here and there though!! Under the cut because it’s long!!

An older teenager faced the girl who was still in middle school, a crooked grin plastered on his face. "Hey there, little Kuga." The tone in his voice was filled with mockery, and the girl stepped backward when she heard the man speak. Why did this usually happen when her two brothers away? The answer is that they were afraid of her them.

Kazuo, the oldest sibling, is the Second Seat of the whole school. He was nowhere near perfect, but people do see him as a superior figure. His cool-head and even his personality always gave the vibe of a Chinese emperor. He knew what words to say, he even had a stance that showed strength. He was a known sadist when he snapped- but not a lot of people were able to achieve that yet. Another thing was he was greatly feared because of how fierce he was when he cooked. He would be completely focused on his own craft, and his eyes were always filled with determination. No matter what dish he made last, he always found a way to improve it. He strove so hard to achieve his seat, even beating Takara Tsukasa in a shokugeki twice already. He had burning passion and he would compete with anyone to reach his goals.

The second child of the Kuga family is Takashi. One of the most well-known students of Totsuki because of his alluring personality who never found it hard to talk with anyone. He freely talked to all his underclassmen, and there were several who saw him as an inspiration. He had an outgoing personality, and he would playfully tease people at times. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of person who never hesitated to try and befriend anybody. Once you get to talk to him, it's not hard to get attached. In cooking, he would usually be seen with a serious face and he gets a bitter taste in his mouth when he's defeated. He was also known as one of the students who saved Research Societies that his underclassmen treasure, so he doesn't accept defeat for the sole reason that he has his pride, and he greatly cared for the younger generations.

A known "Chinese Emperor" and a "Demigod" were respectable titles- not to mention but they were both in the Elite Ten.

She can't reach that level. She could never! She was always belittled because everyone claimed that she wouldn't be able to be as "great" as her brothers. People often said she was a disappointment compared to her siblings. It ran through her head, and it was a broken record that would always repeat. What could she do if they're right?

"Little Kuga." The older man placed his hand on her head and she clenched her fists. She could push him off if she wanted to, but her hands were too busy trembling. "Damn! I didn't say a word yet, and you're already scared? You really are the weakling in your family. Your father graduated as the Third Seat, your mother wasn't a part of it- but she certainly was one of the better cooks. People did claim that if she cooked with her cooking partner, the food they would make will go beyond what you could expect from a usual Totsuki student. While you're here with your simple chocolate and your pathetic sriracha lime chicken." He pulled on her hair slightly before moving her head around. "You're not that special, what made you stay in Totsuki?"

Those words hurt her a lot because she believed they were all true. Her whole family was well known, and there are some people in her school who didn't even know her first name. She felt her throat getting dry and her eyes started to become watery. She isn't supposed to cry! Crying always made someone look weaker... did she not look frail enough?!

"I-I..." She tried speaking up but she began choking on her own words before they turned into mumbles. "I... I don't know how I stayed..." She finally said those words and the man released her hair. A random fit of laughs was heard inside the gym as tears started to run down the girl's cheeks. "I... don't belong here."

"God, you actually admitted it! Damn, about time you accepted the truth!" He crossed his arms. "It makes me want to hear your words again. Now, little one, why not say it again? It was a pleasure hearing those words coming from that mouth of yours."

"... I'm sorry."

"Huh? Those weren't the words that came out just a moment ago."

"I'm sorry for being a bother. I'm sorry for being in your presence. I'm sorry for being in front of you. I'm sorry for wasting your time for existing..." She was speaking so fast that the person in front of her could hardly understand her. It didn't help that she began covering her face. Her words became a jumbled mess and hiccups were in between.

"I told you to repeat the "I don't belong here" part! I didn't ask you to become victim, now did I?"

The whole gym went into silence as someone stepped inside. His blonde hair was tied and his reddish brown eyes were filled with anger.

"If I may ask, what's going on in here?" He sounded rather calm, and this was the complete opposite with what can be seen on his face. "I don't remember that the gym was a suggested place to bully someone." He took steps closer and the girl turned around before seeing one of the people who she wanted to be with the most at the moment.

"Ah shit. Kuga senpai."

"Not the only Kuga senpai here~! Nope, nope, nope~!" Another blonde entered the gym, but his voice sounded completely pissed even if he had the warmest look on his face. "But I do prefer if you call me by Takashi! At least most of the time! But for now- please call me your enemy, Ku-kun." The expression on his face suddenly got dark.

"Zuzu... Taka..." The girl softly mumbled their nicknames and at that instant, Takashi scooted to her before giving her a hug.

"My poor little sister! Look at you, if dad were to see you like this, he'd kill everyone in this room then himself." Takashi wiped her tears with his sleeves. "... Unless Big Brother Bear decides to do the job for him." He pulled her to his chest. "Now, now! Little sister! I think you should cover your ears as I hide your face. This won't be pretty."

"But-"

"No buts, lil' sis! It's for the best." Takashi began ruffling her hair with one of his hands and his sister did what he said. "There we go~! Good girl." He gave a thumbs up with the same hand to give a signal to his older brother. "Do what ya want, Big Brother Bear!"

"I'd greatly appreciate it if you call me like every other student for now. It breaks the supposedly cold atmosphere, Takashi." The oldest person in the gym started to speak up again before fixing his Totsuki uniform slightly. He faced the person who started the scene. "Kuro Yamada, now was it?"

"... Yes."

"Do NOT break eye contact with me when you're talking to me, Yamada." He took a step closer, and this caused the whole gym to watch the scenario that was about to happen. "You're lucky that we're inside school premises, I would have ripped your mouth from your body with my bare hands." He hissed and this made the person he was talking to turn white. "Such a cowardly man we have here. Talking as if you're one of the greatest students of Totsuki, even if it is a known fact that one more failure will get you expelled."

"..."

"Now you can't even breathe properly? I haven't slit your lungs open." He rolled his eyes before he took a grasp of the shirt of Yamada to pull him down. " You're so damn lucky that I was having an overall good day until I heard your insults from outside the gym. Talking so loudly even if your grades speak louder than whatever shit you may say. Isn't that unfortunate? Claiming someone is not good enough will not help you your goal, or make you seem better than you actually are. In reality, in other people's eyes- you may look like a goddamn bitch who makes girls cry."

"Look-"

"Look at what? All I see is a fucking coward who shouldn't have done what he did. And if were to speak, use a bullshit explanation to try and regain his pride." Kazuo exhaled loudly before calming himself down a bit. "Now, this is simple. A yes or no question. Do you believe you can defeat my sister in a shokugeki? Without any cheats or any biases?"

Yamada hesitated to answer. He silently nodded his head. He personally believed that he could and Kazuo raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, I may accept that you believe in yourself. But a small trivia about life, if I may say. Confidence is different from being cocky." Kazuo pushed him down, and it was enough force to bring him to his knees. "My sister has never failed a class in her entire life. While you, in middle school, has failed 10 subjects. My sister has won every shokugeki she has faced so far for her club. And you? You have only won 6 out of your 14 matches against different people. Added-"

"Shut up, Kuga Senpai!" The second year spat before Kazuo closed his mouth, waiting for him to speak.

"I shall. Now, you have time to speak." Despite being filled with anger, he still allowed the other person to speak.

"You wouldn't understand! You never shit talk someone because you don't need to. You don't need to make yourself high unlike the rest. You're already one of the greatest, and you don't need to feel reassurance about what place you're in!"

"Your explanation is horrible. You don't need to talk shit to feel better."

"Senpai, listen." Yamada stood up on his own two feet again and Kazuo decided to let him do as he pleased. "I bet everyone in the gym feels the same. You're just like this because you've never experienced failure."

Takashi was about to open his mouth. He was actually losing his head just hearing the conversation, but he knew he had to focus on his sister. His older brother can do this himself. His sister was calm, but she decided to stay on him even if she stopped crying. She might have thought that it was best to not see their oldest brother. Since Takashi warned her not to look or hear what he was about to say.

"... I've never experienced failure?" He closed his eyes calmly before showing a disgusted look. "Do you even know who I am? Who are you to say that?" Kazuo didn't like the assumption that his junior made. "I have lost to Takara several times, and I did my best in each time I did. I only won twice. That's failure to me. It makes me wonder if I even improved from my last shokugeki with her."

"That's easy to get over with! It's not surprising if anyone loses to the first seat."

"Let me finish. Have I even told you how much of a failure I am when it comes to being an older brother?"

Yamada bit his lips, he never thought of the chance of him bringing that up... No one really saw Kazuo as that. "Why the hell would you say that?"

"You can't see it? My only sister believed in your fucking lies. That showed that I don't encourage her enough. She actually cried because of the shitty false claims you have of her. It is my failure in protecting her. My sister believes she's weak and fragile, she fucking believes that she's not good enough- and I did not do anything about it. If I said better words, if I told her that she was much better than she is more than I usually do- I could have made her proud of herself. The thing is- I didn't. I'm a failure as an older brother. Failing my sister... Do you know how much that fucking hurts me?"

Currently, the oldest male actually had some cracks on his voice, his face turned to an upset expression before he looked down for a short moment. "Went too personal. I apologize. But I swear to all the gods above us, if you dare hurt her again- Maybe I won't be gentle, Yamada." He clapped his hands twice, a habit of his every time he was finished talking. "Dismissed, please go back to your usual routine. Takashi, Manami, we're leaving."

Takashi released Manami, but now his face looked rather sad and this made Manami worry. Out of instinct, she decided to squish his cheeks. "Taka?"

He snapped back to a smile when his name was called by his sister. "Er... No need to worry about me, my dearest little sister! I think you should squish Big Brother Bear instead!" He cocks a grin and Manami ended up rushing to Kazuo, squishing his cheeks instead.

"You... You don't need to do that... But are you feeling better now? Are you still hurt?" Kazuo ended up fixing some hair strands of Manami, and she began thinking a bit before snapping her finger.

"Better! Not so much... I mean, I'm still affected, but since Zuzu and Taka were there... I think I'm fixing myself up!"

A smile grew on Kazuo's face before he placed his hands in his pockets. "I see. That's good then. Let's make you happier, shall we?"

Takashi pushed the two away from each other to be in the middle. "I have a suggestion! McDonalds! Of course, if Manami wants it!"

"McDonalds!"

"Heh. McDonalds it is then. Don't tell dad."

“Kazuo, you’re such a great brother!” Kazuo slapped the back of Kazuo and this made him jump up a bit. “Much better than you think you are. Now quit being all sulky and never say those words again!”

“What did Zuzu say when you told me not to listen-?”

“Oh oops~! It slipped! Sorry, sorry, Big Brother Bear~! Or may shall we say, BBB.”

“... Takashi, please just call me Big Brother.”

“No way. It’s more fun this way! Now, are we also going to get a happy meal toy?

“Takashi... you’re turning 17.”

“So what?”

“You... Nevermind. Forget it.”

“Bold of you to assume I want it for myself! I want to give it to Su-chan!”

“Thank you for telling me. I would have called you a 5 year old.”

“Isn’t Taka 3 years old though?”

“Wah! How rude! I’m your older brother, Manami!!”

“Oh no!! Taka is using my first name!”

The moment the three of them went out the gym, it felt a bit heavy. Yamada actually felt the guilt rushing in after he realized what he has done and what Kazuo ended up saying. The other people could only stare as the three siblings, mostly in worry or confusion.

The Kuga siblings had an unbreakable bond, but each of them had their own personal problem. That's the only thing they can completely confirm.