Thunder Thighs ( Osamu Miya x OC)

Chapter- 3 That Night

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Lilith ran after Ren and called out in a sweet voice, "Ren, come on bud. I said I'm sorry. Would you slow the fuck down you, you overgrown longlegged giraffe."

"Is this you apologizing!?"

"Kinda?"

Ren huffed at her and continued his breakneck speed toward her beat up truck. "I do not wish to talk to you right now. Can't you understand that?" He tried to yank open her passenger door, but Bertha was... temperamental at the best of times....and right now the rusted old gal certainly wasn't feel'n her greatest. Thus the young gay boy screamed in frustration as he put all of his unsubstantial body weight into trying to pull open the rusted outdoor.

Lilith simply stood there and let her little brother get all of his pent-up frustration out on Bertha, who was laughing in the face of his anger.

After an undisclosed amount of time, Ren put his hands on his knees and panted, "Okay. Okay. I give. Just...just let me in the truck and I'll forgive you."

Lilith tried her best not to say anything petty as she slammed her ass against the door and it popped right open.

Ren however did not try his best to hold back his bitchy comments. "Thank god that fat ass is good for something."

Being the older sibling sucks sometimes because it would not hold up in the court of law that you're innocent for snuff'n the life out of your kid sibling simply because they're little fucking shitheads who 100% deserved to be run over with Bertha a few....... hundred times.

Instead of acting on her inner desires, Lilith sighed, "watch your toes, kid."

She closed the door and patted Bertha on her rusted-out bumper as she walked around to her side. Once she was up in the truck, she looked over to see Ren's tiny smile as he thumbed over the autograph he had managed to get from Atsumu.

Lilith would do absolutely anything for that scrawny goggle-wearing brat sitting next to her, so she ruffled his midnight black hair and said, "Whattya say to some chicken katsu tonight?"

Ren's dark brown eyes lit up behind his glasses. "Are you sure?!"

Ren was definitely of the age where he understood money didn't grow on trees, but Lilith and their older brother Dai had tried to do a good job of keeping their financial struggles private from their baby brother. It was their selfish desire to spoil him in the tiny ways they could, but Ren knew they were far from rich. Hell he saw the small one-bedroom apartment they lived in. He could piece it together, but Lilith also didn't care if she needed to pick up a few extra shifts as long as it meant she could make the squirt smile the way he was right then.

"Yeah! The stuff I prepped for dinner tonight can be used tomorrow. We gotta stop by the grocery store though, so you ready to be my Unofficial Cart Bitch?"

Ren saluted her now that he was bribed with food. "Official Cart Bitch, at your service!"

"Unofficial."

"Hey, you're still on my shit list, so make it official...and I want pickles."

Lilith laughed as she pulled out of the parking deck. "Alright Ren, we'll get you some damn pickles too."

Ren only managed to hit her with the cart a solid 5 times, so she must have been going fast enough for the impatient brat who liked to 'accidentally bump' her any time she got lost staring at a good sale for too long. She tried not to wince when she paid for their food, but again she didn't mind going light on the driving these next few days because Ren had dramatically faux passed out at dinner when he bit into the crunchy chicken.