Rock My World - DabiHawks

Straight Edge

A/N: warning, unedited and not proof-read. Writing might actually be shit lol.

THIRD PERSON

"Shit!" Rumi curses as she watches Keigo pull out of the Todoroki's driveway. "That fucking idiot!" The crumpled paperwork from Masfatu Hospital confirming Kaina's pregnancy is wadded up in Rumi's palm, and when Fuyumi follows her out into the driveway, the paper stops her from holding her girlfriend's hand.

"He left?" Fuyumi squeaks. Her glasses are foggy from the frigid air and overall commotion, and her silky white hair is disheveled, which isn't like her at all. Rumi sighs and wraps an arm around the shorter woman, pulling her closer.

The sound of screaming brings them back to the matter at hand, and Rumi and Fuyumi sprint back inside without wasting another second. Inside, they see Tomura holding back Natsuo, who is fighting to get to Enji and finish what Dabi started. The strange masked-and-gloved man is stumbling to his feet, still running his mouth but now to Enji, who looks seriously disinterested.

"Nat, where's mom?" Fuyumi asks, quickly aiding Tomura in calming her brother down. "You guys were supposed to help keep her calm."

"She's fine," Natsuo hisses. "She's with Sho and his partner. Now let go of me so I can kill that bastard!"

"Calm down, man," Tomura grunts, shoving Natsuo back by the shoulder. "Fighting him isn't gonna solve anything. And no offense, I don't think you really stand that much of a chance. That prick is built like a fucking tank."

Natsuo scoffs, shrugging out of Fuyumi and Tomura's grasp. He crosses his arms over his chest, pissed off and unsure how to express it. He glances around, looking for Touya presumably, and frowns when he comes up short.

"Where did Touya and his boyfriend go?" As the violence and irrationalness clear from Natsuo's vision, his frantic and furious mind registers the masked-and-gloved man who was most definitely not here half an hour ago. "And who the hell is that?"

"Hell if I know," Rumi grumbles. "He came in here screaming that your older brother raped his cousin and then handed us this wad of junk." She passes the paperwork over to Natsuo, and he quickly skims it with Tomura peeking over his shoulder.

"Kaina Tsutsumi? Who the hell is that?" Natsuo blurts.

"Holy shit," Tomura says. "Remember when I said our drummer just got arrested?"

Natsuo nods. "Yeah?"

"That's his girlfriend. They've been dating for, like, two and a half months."

"Okay, so then Touya didn't rape her," Fuyumi declares. "She probably got pregnant by the drummer and framed Touya because our family is wealthy."

"That, or she and Dabi hooked up and are trying to keep it on the low," Rumi says. "No offense, but your big brother isn't all the great of a guy."

"Maybe not," Natsuo says, folding up the paper, "but he wouldn't do that. He hates cheaters, always has. Plus, I can tell he's really attached to that Hawks guy. Never in my nineteen years of life have I ever seen Touya rest his head on someone else's shoulder."

"You're nineteen?!" Tomura squeaks.

"Uh, yeah?" Natsuo says with a small chuckle. "I'm a college student."

Tomura nods, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. "Jesus Christ, I feel like a fucking predator..."

"Don't," Natsuo laughs. "You're only two years older than me, man. Nothing wrong with that."

"Stop flirting, weirdos," Rumi interrupts. "We need to figure out what to do."

"Sorry," Natsuo says with a sly smirk. Tomura stays silent, his face burning red. (Apparently, his brain decides now is the best time to realize their height difference, with Natsuo towering over him similar to the way a stalky tree would in the winter, complete with the snowy white hair. In other words, Tomura was absolutely down bad at the wrong time.)