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Aoi Kanzaki was known for being a stoic bitch.
Nothing could phase the girl, whether it was Shinazugawa yelling the living shit out of his classes or Kaigaku being an intolerable little fuck. She was known as Kimetsu Academy’s unmovable freak of nature, the only thing on her mind being graduating.
So seeing her on Soyama’s couch while yelling at the TV screen and waving the wii remote frantically around was kind of like a fever dream.
Genya watched in disbelief as Aoi flung the wii remote at the screen, watching the thing bounce off undeterred as Soyama put the equivalent of bullet proof glass over the screen of the TV just a week before.
“She fucking cracked it,” Soyama had grumbled, wiping down the fixed up screen he had spent thousands of dollars on, “Cracked it like it was a goddamn pencil.”
Of course, Aoi had felt really bad about the whole thing and she pitched in with some money for the fixing of the screen.
“Should we be worried?” Genya whispered, leaning into Nezuko’s ear as Aoi let out another disgruntled scream. Nezuko shrugged, and Aoi shouted another expletive (holy shit that was a word?)
“Nah,” Nezuko said, her smug smile reflecting in her tone “This is fucking hilarious.”
Ume snickered behind her, covering her mouth as the two shared matching twin grins. Genya scoffed at them, muttering “dumbasses” underneath his breath. Aoi let out another scream.
Gods, he was definitely losing brain cells hanging out with them.
“Oh c’mon, we all know this is normal. The poor girl needs a break, being perfect does have its setbacks,” Ume whispered, before raising her voice a little to shout at Aoi, “You go girl!”
He winced as he remembered the school day, Aoi was everybody’s favorite. Even Shinazugawa and Iguro’s, now that took some skill!
Hell, he was Shinazugawa’s brother and he was half sure the man hated his guts.
He distantly wondered when Sanemi became both Shinazugawa at school and home.
The door to the basement creaked open, and Koyuki walked in, a smile on her face as she carried in a tray, barely sparing a glance at Aoi’s head slamming against the wall (wait when’d she start doing that?) She set the tray down and gave a smile, swiftly turning off the TV and asking how their day went.
“Was shit,” Nezuko declared solemnly, Aoi aggressively nodding her head in agreement. She held a cracker up to Ume and was politely declined, Genya taking a plate and pushing it towards her anyways. She frowned at it, and Genya raised an eyebrow, urging her to take a bite. She rolled her eyes playfully, before eating a piece. Koyuki glanced over to Ume, her pink eyes shining with worry. She and Genya shared a glance, mutual understanding flowing between them.
Fuck Douma.
“May I ask why?” Koyuki inquired, taking a seat on the nearby couch. Genya grimaced and Nezuko groaned.
“Fucking Shinazugawa jumped us with a stupid pop quiz,” Aoi mumbled, glaring at the rice crackers, “Hey Genya, why’s your brother such a fucking asshole?”
He shrugged, reaching in for a cracker. “Would you believe me if I told you he wasn’t always like this?”
“So he wasn’t born with a stick up his ass? For some reason I find that hard to imagine,” a voice chirped up from the door. Soyama strolled in, his hands in his pocket while whistling a tune. He kissed Koyuki on her temple, before sinking to the ground beside her feet. Koyuki rolled her eyes at the comment, before smacking his hand away from the bowl of crackers.
“He was nicer when I was younger,” he hummed, munching on the cracker in his hand. Genya recalled the nights when they were both young, Sanemi would sneak them out of the house, warning Genya not to wake anybody up. If Kyogo caught them, they would have been fucked. They would run down the streets of the small town they lived in, climbing up a hill to reach the top. There, they would lay down and stare up at the stars, Sanemi pointing out the constellations and different names of the stars.
Back when Shinazugawa was Sanemi, when the only thing Genya had to worry about around him was how much money they had on them to buy stuff from the market.
“Then he moved out, and became the dictionary definition of an asshole.”
Ume snorted, before sneering at him and pointing a cracker in his direction, “That bastard was nice to you? Can’t imagine that after the awards incident.”
Koyuki winced at the mention of the awards incident, and Nezuko clenched her jaw, a vein threatening to pop out at the underside of her chin. Genya didn’t miss how Aoi’s eyes darkened, how she gripped the plate in her hand a little harder. He shuddered at the memory of right after the awards incident, having to hold Aoi in place because he didn’t want her to commit mass murder.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Aoi had hissed, squirming in his hands as he held her by the shoulders, “I’m going to tear him apart, chew him up, spit him out, and rub the remains of him into the dirt underneath my shoe.”
Soyama shuffled around in his seat on the floor, shifting into a more crossed position. He glanced up at Genya, hands propped up against his chin.
“Genya,” he started, waiting for the other to look at him, “Why the fuck does your brother hate me so much?”
Genya blinked, before raising his eyebrow as Nezuko burst into giggles, covering her mouth as she cackled with laughter. He motioned for Soyama to go on.
“The man keeps on glaring at me in the break room if I go there. He makes more than usual passive aggressive comments to me, even when I'm literally just putting food in my mouth. I think I might be the second most hated person on the list for him, right under Tomioka. The strangest part is, he used to just ignore my existence. Then after the fucking awards incident, he’s acknowledging my existence as a personal insult.”
Koyuki lightly slapped his head at the swear, Soyama hissing out in faux pain before playfully glaring at her. Nezuko laughed even harder, rolling off the couch and onto the floor.
“I think it’s because Shinazugawa doesn’t know how to communicate. Maybe he wants to be friends?” Aoi mused, glancing up at them and smiling slightly at the incredulous look Soyama was giving her. “Or maybe he just wants to vent his anger out on someone other than Tomioka.”
Soyama groaned, throwing his hands up in the air, “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? I don’t want to be his punching bag!”
“Roast him back, obviously” Ume scoffed, “If he wants to be an asshole, be an asshole back.”
“Don’t you dare do that,” Koyuki warned, gently smacking Soyama on the head when she saw the face he was making, “Don’t stoop down to their level, be the bigger man. That goes to you too, Ume.”
Ume made a face, before rolling her eyes and popping a cracker in her mouth, “That’s the therapist in you talking Koyuki-san.”
Koyuki raised an eyebrow at her, “Probably because I am a therapist.”
They all laughed at the comment, before Soyama looked up at the clock. His eyes widened, and he hastily got up, patting down his clothes to get rid of any dust.
“Well children I have to go work on my lesson plans, it’s getting late. Work on your homework and get home at a reasonable time please. I don’t want any missing people alerts on my phone tonight.” He made sure to glare at Ume during the last comment. She rolled her eyes at him, and Genya remembered the alert going off that Ume Shabana had gone missing on his phone.
Wow, was Gyutaro a protective shit.
They all waved goodbye to Soyama, Koyuki following closely behind. She paused at the door, pointing at the TV.
“No more wii, okay? Homework time.” She said, before leaving the room and closing the door. Aoi rolled her eyes.
“It’s not my fault wii sports is a pain in the ass,” Aoi grumbled, Nezuko silently agreeing with her. Genya chuckled as he pulled his chemistry homework out, staring at the equations with a feeling of (somewhat) dread in his stomach. There was a time he was able to do this without second doubting himself.
Fucking academic burnout.
Though he couldn’t help but agree with Aoi, as she explained the equations to him.
Wii sports was a pain in the ass.