𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃。 .˚₊ˊ˗
⇢ brocon x fem! oc x ohshc
⇢ mature themes further in
"i really, really hate my brothers. but in my defense, they really, really hate me too. well! that makes fourteen of us!"
natsu asahina's brothers are shit bags in human form...
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[ A/N: any male pronouns for Natsu in this chapter is from Fuuto's point of view. if you see female pronouns, read it as you would (the male pronouns stop when Natsu and Fuuto start talking and start again at the end).
just a reminder, no one but Ema and Juli and Natsu's parents know about Natsu's identity. enjoy! ]
Fuuto Asahina isn't the nicest guy, and he knows. Don't believe him? Just ask Natsu, 'he'll' tell you all about it. Their relationship could hardy be called neutral, let alone friendly. The two rarely talk to each other, and Fuuto sure as hell isn't going to be the one to start the conversation, no way. They leave each other alone. Coexist, in a sense.
Fuuto isn't stupid. He notices when one of his brothers look like shit. He's not afraid to point it out either.
Natsu isn't in the best shape. Any moron can see it as clear as day. As the days go on, the idol can see his brother's physical health start to deteriorate. Eye bags hang from Natsu's tired eyes. He fell asleep four times during breakfast this morning. Though he claims that he was up studying, literally everyone can tell otherwise. Even Wataru can tell, and the little guy is always late to catch on.
His mental heath seems to have taken a hit too. Natsu looks paranoid now, looking around, rubbing his neck more often than not.
When your older brother stops you during lunch, wanting advice from him of all people, Fuuto just knows something's up. He knows Natsu is an independent boy. He doesn't take shit from anyone. He never cries, never complains, never goes to anyone for help. So when Natsu asks him about the sensitive and unsettling topic of "crazy fangirls", Fuuto knows when to shut the fuck up and listen.
"Have you ever had any crazy fangirls?" Natsu's voice was soft and strained, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time. The 'boy' leans on the door frame to the classroom, struggling to stay awake.
Fuuto narrows his eyes very tentatively, sending Natsu a questioning look. What? What the heck? "What? Why?"
"Just answer it," she mutters, letting her eyes flutter closed, temporarily giving in to sleepiness. She didn't try to sound threatening, not that she had the energy to anyway.
"None were too bad- Hey, are you listening to me or not?" The strawberry-blond nudges Natsu, not too roughly, to which she reacts by jolting up. Fuuto raises an eyebrow.
"What? I'm awake, I'm fine, I'm here," Natsu insisted, slurring her words together, "Continue, Yuuto- I mean, wait, no, Fuhiro. No... that's not it... Wait, Yuuki! Shit, that's not it either..."
