The Todorokis

"Fuyumi, are you sure I can't help with that?" She shakes her head "I've got it, Y/N you're a guest go study with Natsuo." I join him at the table kicking him lightly in the shin when I realize he's texting Ryoko paying zero attention to the biology book sitting open in front of him. "I wouldn't be on my phone if you would just give me yours already." He hisses out at me. "No you would be on mine and still not helping me go over the material I didn't do so well on." He chuckles to himself "should have known you would catch the hidden wording in there. Come on Y/NC you haven't even given me details you only said the number messaged you back last night. What did you talk about that you're hiding it from me. ME. We never hide shit from each other." I sigh hating how well his little guilt trip worked handing over my phone. I watch him as his face goes from excited to blank to pissed to livid when I get a notification.

"What the hell? Why haven't you blocked this weirdo?" Please God if you exist, don't let that notification be from that person. "I doubt I need to, not likely they'll be messaging again." He shakes his head, finger clearly swiping across my keyboard. "Natchan, what's happening?" He gives me that look, the it's time to shut up and let me be your brother look. I decide to ignore him on my phone as best I can opening my notes to give them a look over. Natsuo sits in total silence his face unreadable as the notifications roll in making it impossible for me to concentrate on my studies. I decide to ask Fuyumi if she wants any help again. "Is everything ok?" she ask "Yeah, Natchan is in his big brother protector mode because I was texting my number neighbor last night and they we're inappropriate." She nods her head letting out a small chuckle. "I'm older and he treats me a little like that, he's worse with you, I am so sorry." We share a laugh as Natsuo walks in handing me back my phone without a word. I open it up.

"Hey cutie, how was AoT?"

"Don't fucking call her that, you don't know her."

"I knew I forgot to ask her something. Hi angry boyfriend, how is the cutie who text strangers today."

"I'm not her boyfriend, I'm much worse, leave her the fuck alone."

"Dad then? Guess you won't be able to tell me if she's a virgin, she'd probably just lie to you about it."

"That's none of your business, you're way over the line. You can't just talk to people like that, when I had her text you I thought it might be a fun activity for her, break her out of that damn shell. But then you had to be a horny perv."

"Ah friend-zoned best male friend who wants to fuck her so bad he has wet dreams about it."

"I don't know she didn't block you, and I try not to make decisions on her behalf, but I'm about two seconds from blocking you anyway."

"If you do that I won't be able to apologize."

"You expect me to believe you want to apologize?'

"Give her the phone and see for yourself."

I look at Natsuo sitting at the kitchen island, he looks damn near murderous.

"It's me and I went to bed instead of watching."

"I shouldn't have spoken to you that way last night, I was on a fuck load of painkillers, that's no way for a man to talk to a lady." So it is a guy, I kinda figured that at this point.

"You just talked to my friend worse than you did to me, you still on a lot of pain killers?"

"Not as many, and I knew he was a guy, I can be respectful to women and still bust a guy's balls just cuz that shit's funny."

"He looks like he wants to hunt you down and kill you."

"He can try, don't recommend it though."

"Ok, you apologized, I have to get back to studying. Have a good day."

"Go learn cutie."

We decide to put studying off until after dinner since Shoto came home from school. When he first walked in he looked a little confused before remembering today was the anniversary of Touyas death. He puts away his things and comes back out sitting on the couch stoic as always. When dinner is ready we set a place for Touya, Natsuo pulls the old photo from his wallet and places it on the plate where everyone can see him. He's about four and holding a doll of their father. King Asshole burned most of Touyas pictures, but Natsuo had this one hidden away. I look at the sweet young red haired boy with big blue eyes for what seems like the millionth time. It didn't matter how many times I looked at the picture it always made me feel sad, happy, and fucking angry all at the same time.

Sad that I never got the chance to meet him. Happy that they all still had something to hold onto and remember him. And angry that such a sweet looking boy suffered at the hands of his own father for his short lived life until his father pushed him to his death.