cw: language, mention of bullying, fuckboy behavior, bullying, negative self-talk
Back-To-School—
"KUSH!! I know you hear me calling you!" Snoh yelled from the kitchen.
He groaned softly, trying to stay asleep.
But his door opened without permission to ruin that. "You in trouble. I told you, you should've washed them dishes."
"Shut up, Ryélle."
He slowly dragged himself out of bed and went down the hall to the kitchen where his aunt was impatiently waiting.
Ryélle's nosey ass was right behind him and ridiculously happy at the thought of him getting in trouble.
"What, Snoh?" Kush sighed, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.
"Excuse you?"
"Hey, momma," he corrected.
She scoffed dismissively. "'Hey', my ass. Why all these dishes in my damn sink?"
The phrase 'all these dishes' actually translated to a bowl and a spoon, both left by his younger sister.
He didn't respond as he went to wash them. By hand. As if they didn't have a perfectly good dishwasher, but apparently Black people didn't use those.
"Kush, I'm talking to you," she pressed.
"I heard you," he muttered.
She definitely didn't like that. She smacked the back of his head harshly, but he was too tired to actually process it.
"Ow," he sighed, not at all feeling the pain.
"Boy, you ain't too old to get your ass beat. You better talk to me like you got some damn sense."
"There's dishes in the sink 'cause I ate cereal before I took my nap and didn't feel like washing the bowl right then," he lied, turning to meet her eyes.
Unlike his eleven-year-old sister, Kush didn't like seeing her get in trouble, so despite the way she purposely did shit to fuck with him, he always protected her.
Snoh pushed his head. "Wash them damn dishes."
"I was about to before you started doing too much," he muttered.
"Kush, don't start. I'm not dealing with your shit tonight. Watch your tone."
She left the kitchen as Ryélle went to stand beside him. "Kush?" she called.
He looked up at the ceiling in annoyance and sighed dramatically. "What, Ryélle?" She didn't respond, so he finished his task before looking down at her. "What, Ry?" he asked again.
She opened her mouth to speak before abruptly shutting it again. "Shut up," she scoffed and walked away.
He rolled his eyes and took the trash out before going back to his room.
He flopped face first onto his bed.
"KUSH!!"
"Man, damn!" he huffed, getting right back up to see what his aunt wanted.
He went to her room and peeked his head in the doorway. "Huh?" he whined.
"Ma'am," Snoh corrected.
Kush repeated and she motioned for him to come over. He went to sit on the bed with her, just waiting until he could leave.
"Kush, do you smoke?"
