Type: Fluff
TW: Injury, implied thoughts of abuse (never happened or mentioned)
No one is judging you if you can't read this, take care of yourself.
Prompt/Notes: Sbi family
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To put it simply, Tommy was a bit of a troublemaker. He enjoyed poking fun at people, nothing too serious, and he always made sure to fix or return whatever he messed with.
It was Sunday afternoon and Tommy decided it would be fun to steal Wilbur's beanie. He ran off down the hall giggling like crazy, Wil following.
He ran into the kitchen and was going to turn into the living room, but socks and hardwood floors are not a good combination.
He slipped forwards, hitting his cheek on the edge of the counter on the way to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes, which he quickly tried to wipe away.
"Toms, are you okay!?"
"I'm fine, I'm a big man!"
Wilbur, choosing not to acknowledge the tears in his brother's eyes, scooped him up and set him on the couch, leaving and returning with an ice pack.
The next morning, Tommy had a pretty nasty bruise on his face. In his head, big men such as himself shouldn't get hurt, so seeing it made him upset. When he got to school, he pulled his hood as far as it would go over his head, embarrassed.
He walked into the classroom and went to his seat, moping. He propped his head up on his hand, trying to cover the bruise, causing him to wince.
Now, seeing this from an outside perspective, like Mr. Wastaken's, sparked some worry. He called Mr. Jacobs, the art teacher, to watch his class for a few minutes.
"Everyone, I'll be right back, I need to go deal with something. Tommy, will you come with me please?"
Tommy got up, feeling very nervous and wondering what he did wrong. He followed Mr. Wastaken into the hallway and walked with him for a few minutes. When they got away from the classrooms, Mr. Wastaken stopped and turned to Tommy, kneeling down.
"Tommy, can you remove your hood and look at me please?"
As much as he didn't want to, he did, not wanting to disrespect his teacher. He pulled it down and waited, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
"How did this happen?"
"I-I was playing with my brother and I fell into the counter."
"Why do you look so sad then? Does it hurt?"
"No, m'just embarrassed. Big men like me shouldn't get hurt."
Mr. Wastaken sighed in relief, thankful that his thoughts were proven incorrect, and it wasn't a problem at home.
"Well, I think it makes you look tough."
"R-Really?"
Mr. Wastaken nodded and straightened up, walking with Tommy back to their class and starting the lesson for today, assured that everything was perfectly okay.
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Honestly mcc was pretty disappointing
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