The Delinquent has a little sister (A Male Reader Story)

The Delinquent's little sister

A/N: This is a prequel of "Being the Best Older Brother"

Y/N Pov

It was a dark evening in Tokyo, the bright city lights illuminates the skies and lamposts gave light to the streets below. It was a violent evening for me like any other day, getting into fights, getting bruises and all that but it was almost a livelyhood for me

I am a violent rascal, a troublemaker, a delinquent and i seem can never to escape that part of me...it felt normal to, fighting when i was a kid was normal to me, getting into trouble at school before finally simmering down at Katagiri High School

But of course, my violent activities simmered down, but not in a halt

My opponent was a group of 5 and all of them are my age and from another school. I caught them trying to get into trouble with the girls at my school, my own classmates which was unacceptable. Usually, it was Ken and his goons, the trouble makers at Katagiri, would be the one fighting these trash but it seems i have gotten to them first

It was a bloody fight, i had blood on my white jacket, bruises were on my face and my lips and knuckles were bleeding but my endurance was higher than an average person so i shrugged most off the blows and even as i took this injuries, adrenaline and my own toughness made me fight a little more longer

4 out the 5 were already knocked down, beaten and squirming on the ground in pain and all thats left was their filthy group leader which i didnt held back on. I was ontop of him and punching him in the face without a shed of mercy coming from him. While i was delivering hooks and jabs, he spits at me which i flinch and my already bad mood got worse

Leader: Hehe...hahahaha! I didnt knew that the White Rascal had a crush on a certain silver haired hottie...what was her name again? Was it, Emilia Reise? I wish i can get my hands on her-

Y/N: Keep her name out of your damn mouth!!

Seeing my bitterness getting worse and it continues to pile up, the leader grew a blood-mouthed smirk. I stood up and grabs his clothes before slamming him down on the soil then delivering a knocking stomp on his head that knocked him unconscious. I pant from exhaustion before walking away from the scene. I couldnt help but feel angry at myself that i had lost my cool and felt just even more bitter inside

Before fully leaving, i kneel down to get my dropped weapon which was a brass knuckle that i had dropped mid-fight, it had a few drops of blood on it which i didnt mind and putting it back on my pockets to conceal it. Looking behind me was the sorry state of the students who were once prideful now beaten with serious injuries such as severe black eyes, a fallen tooth or two, a bleeding head and a concussion

Walking back home and leaving the park, i see people walk past me, giving me a glimpse before giving a disappointment expression on their faces but i continue to walk home with my injuries

At home

Opening the door to my home, i remove my shoes before finally able to sit down on the floor along with a wince as a stinging sensation hits my arms. Removing my jacket and there i saw a black bruise, one of many i had gotten from absorbing their blows, after all, fighting 5 people at the same time is not that easy

Walking to the living room was where i saw Mom and Dad relaxing by the sofa. I spoke up to announce my presence in a pained state

Y/N: Im home...

Both of them looks at me and their faces was dissapointed that i got into another fight this week. It was the 3rd one this week and their eyes are filled with discontent with me

Dad: Got into another fight...tsk!

Mom: When will you finally mature and stop acting like a little kid