7 Years Ago...
Y/n didn't really care, but he thought he would warn them all the same.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he muttered to the three boys who were smoking behind the school. They hadn't noticed him yet, clinging to the shadows of the roof's overhang.
They noticed him now.
"Who're you?" the tallest of the three asked in a rather abrasive manner.
"I know who that is," the second giggled. "That's that freak's brother. What his name...?"
"Y/n," Y/n supplied. "And yes, I am (S/b)'s brother."
"So," the first said, "what are you trying to tell us not to do?"
"Bully (S/b)," Y/n responded flatly.
It sent all three boys into a tizzy, laughing their asses off, their spittle hitting Y/n right on the cheek. The (h/c) boy wiped it away from his cheek with one dignified sweep of his hand.
"Uh-huh," Sato nearly choked on his own mirth, "and you think saying that will stop us from 'bullying' him?"
They sniggered at their leader's terminology.
Y/n remained unphased by their pack behavior.
"I'm just warning you," the (h/c) boy murmured, stuffing his hands into his pockets and beginning to walk away, "After all... everyone has a breaking point."
It was not even an hour later, the three boys publicly humiliated (S/b) for the third time that week. They had set up an entire bucketful of salad dressing to pour over (S/b) as they walked into the classroom. (S/b) had promptly fled the scene, crying all the while.
Y/n had watched, faint amusement touching his expression, before he followed his sibling to the bathroom.
When Y/n arrived there, (S/b) had the knife the (h/c) boy had given them out, and they were about to slice up their own wrists — again.
"Why do you do that?" Y/n asked, startling their sibling, who jumped a foot in the air off the closed toilet seat (the very imagine of dignified). The (h/c) boy was leant against the mouth of the stall.
As (S/b) furiously wiped away their tears, they hissed, "Because I'm stupid and ugly and —"
"No, you're not," Y/n stated matter of fact.
(S/b) glanced up with wide, startled eyes.
"Why are you punishing yourself for their obvious lies? It's not your fault," Y/n said. "It's theirs."
"..." (S/b) was silent for a long time. Their eyes fell to the knife in their hands. "I don't know, Y/n..." they mumbled glancing up. "It's not like I can punish them —" (S/b) cut themselves off, appearing suddenly startled.
"Why not?" Y/n said slowly, hypnotizingly.
Two pairs of eyes fell to the pocket knife in (S/b)'s hands.
Why...
...Not?
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