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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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TOUMA SHUFFLED AWKWARDLY into the house, sitting himself beside you. In response, you sat up properly.
"I was worried about you," you said with a slight shakiness in your voice, clearing your throat before speaking again. "..Why are you so late?"
"I was--" Touma paused, nervously fiddling with the blanket as he thought up a half-asses excuse. "..I was with Raiden, yeah.."
A loud, yet short snort was heard from the open kitchen, causing you and Touma to turn your heads. When Touma saw who it was, his face paled.
"Don't go dragging me into this!" Your eldest brother, Raiden, put a hand on his hip, adjusting the apron he wore over his school uniform. "It isn't my fault you're late, Tou."
Your eyebrow raised and you turned back toward Touma with a solemn expression. "Raiden got here ten minutes before you did."
"I-I.. I just..!"
"Dude, if you're hanging around the wrong crowd, just tell us," Raiden let out a sigh, dragging himself over to the couch and placing a hand on the youngest's shoulder. "As your older siblings, we just want you to be okay.."
"N-No, they aren't the wrong crowd!" Touma shook the hand off, his facial expression filling with horror and confusion. "They take care of me, and protect me, and.. they..!"
"Woah, calm down," you comforted, placing your arm around the boy's shoulder and pulling him into a hug. "As long as you're okay, we're okay."
"..Fine," he replied, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Kay then!" Raiden confirmed, walking back over to the kitchen. "Get your asses in here! I'm making dinner for you hopeless children!"
Slowly lifting yourself from the couch, you quietly watched as Touma bounced toward the kitchen table. You still doubted that he was hanging around the right crowd, even if Raiden wasn't as uptight as you.
You'd no doubt figure it out, one way or another.
After dinner was finished, you and your brothers made your way to the couch once more, lounging around without the slightest idea on how to spend your time.
