TR Boys When Their Kids Are Sent Home From School
FT: Smiley, Rindou, & Ran
CW: Female!Readers, Blonde!Reader and/or Redhead!Readers, PG-13 for cussing, mentions of violence, agressive and aggitated emotions.
"Excuse me?" You chuckled, anger beginning to bubble in your chest.
Noha's school had called a little over an hour or so saying he had been involved in a physical altercation, and now here you sat in an empty classroom with the principal staying glued to his position near the door.
"Mrs. Kawata, I beg you to please calm down." The man began to sweat, dabbing his handkerchief across his shiny bald head. "Noha was seen-"
"Defending his cousin!" You snapped back, stepping closer to the shaking man. "You even said it yourself! Sota was being pushed into a corner by three upper classmen! Noha did nothing wrong here!"
"He sent three students to the hospital with broken ribs and possible skull fractures!" Principal Makio pleaded back, pushing his back against the class door. His fingers gripped the metal slot tightly, ready to slide the door open quickly and make his escape if he needed to.
"And Sota is at home with some bruising and a cut under his right eye. Noha didn't do that. So, what will you do to those three students who attempted to jump my nephew?" You were fuming, the sadistic smile of a crazed women etching across your face tightly. Nahoya was on his way already. So was Souya. If this man was afraid of you, then you couldn't wait to see how he reacted to the Infamous Kawata twins.
"Kawata Sota was went home with minor injuries. Hardly more than scrapes. What Noha did to those boys would be considered assault and could get him in legal trouble!" Makio shouted back.
Then a door slammed open, sliding so hard the wall rattled.
"First you allow my nephew to be assaulted on school grounds, then threaten to expel my son for defending his cousin. And now you raid your voice to my wife?" Nahoya had arrived. His eyes shut tight, and his mouth turned down in a snarl. Souya behind him with tears building up in his eyes.
Oh, this Principal was screwed.
"Mr. Kawata, I was just trying to explain to your wife the repercussions of Noha's actions. He sent three students to the hospital with severe injuries." Makio clutched the metal door slip harder.
Nahoya chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "And my son will be dealt with accordingly...at home." He snapped back.
"I want to know why you allowed my son to be attacked on school grounds, but the only one you're punishing is his savior." Souya stepped forward, his natural angered expression deepening and daunting.
"Mr. Kawata, I must inform you that Sota was not entirely the victim-"
"Bullshit!" You, Souya, and Nahoya all snapped.
"Tell ya what, Makio. How about you go ahead and drop this expulsion threat, tell those kids' parents their part in this, and if they want to pursue charges than you can tell them they can contact us." Nahoya's terrifying smile spread demonically across his face. "If you don't want to do that, then I can show you what the helplessness of being backed into a corner can feel like." He cracked his knuckles with a giggle.
Makio shook his head quickly, sliding the door open quickly.
"Noha, I will see you Monday morning. Sota as well." He spoke quickly and then took off down the hall.
Sighing, Nahoya turned to his son and finally opened his eyes. "You ok?" Noha nodded quickly.
"Sota wasn't helpless. He had it under control, but those kids pissed me off." Your son chuckles and smirked, making you three adults laugh out. Noha was definitely his father's son.
"Well, come on. Sota's waiting outside. We're going to get some ramen." Souya patted his nephew's back.
As Noha and Angry walked a head of you and Nahoya, you felt your hand being gripped. Both you and your husband knew Noha was rather skilled in fighting and took after both of you with your quick temperaments and blood thrist. But getting a call from a school saying your child was involved in a fight and students went to the hospital, well that's scary.
...especially when your child is involved in a delinquent gang like the one his father and mother both participated in.
"I saw Smiley come out for a second today." You chuckle quietly, rubbing soothing circles on the back of Nahoya's hand. "It's been a minute since I've seen him."
"Well, no one fucks with my kid or raises their voice to my wife." He grunted out before pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it.
You smile and with an arched brow you look your husband up and down. "I hope he sticks around until tonight. I'd like to see him later on in the bedroom."
With a blush and a surprised arch of his brows he chuckled allowed. "Oh, for you, Smiley'll stay as long as you'd like."
And he did. After dinner with your family and your brother-in-law's family, Nahoya took you home but Smiley took you to bed.
"Kouta," You sigh as your son sits in the living room eyes glued to his phone. "Son, you cannot keep getting kicked out of school." You dropped down on the couch next to him, inspecting the bruise and cut decorating his left cheek.
"Dad said not fighting is a pussy move." He shrugged.
Groaning you thought of all the ways you were going to gut Ran when he got home. Of course, he drilled ideas like that into your fifteen-year-old son's head. Hell, your ten-year-old daughter Suka was sent home for beating a kid with a ruler the other day and said it was 'good baton practice'.
Rindou's kids were such easy-going kids. You just had to pick the psychotic Haitani brother to make kids with. Of course, your sister-in-law did say though it looked like Raiya and Rhys were well-mannered they most certainly were true blue Haitanis. So, maybe having the blunt kids wasn't so bad.
"Kouta, you understand you weren't expelled because the principal is afraid of your father. Right? It's not because you got lucky or its normal for you to send a kid into critical care and not get thrown out." You tried to explain while putting disinfecting cream on the cut under your son's cheekbone.
He shrugged again. "Dad says the best luck I've had was being born a Haitani."
"Your dad is about to be a very unlucky Haitani if he keeps filling you and your sister's heads with this shit." You growled, slapping a band aid on his face in annoyance and getting up.
"Ow, Mom, that hurt." Kouta snapped, holding his face. His phone finally forgotten in his lap.
"Good." You spat back and walked to the kitchen to start on dinner. "Kouta, bring me your phone. Also, you can go ahead and tell Rhys you won't be out for a couple days. So, any 'gang' business he's going to have to deal with on his own without you." You said as you cut some vegetables up harshly. Better to take your frustration out on the vegetables than your clueless kid and stubborn headed husband.
"Mom, come on!" Kouta whined as he stomped to the kitchen, hand gripped tightly onto his phone. "Please! I swear I'll behave at school. I promise I won't fight anymore."
You shook your head. You've heard that before. "No, Kouta. You said all that last time and I let it go. But obviously you were bluffing. So, send the text and given me the damned phone."
Groaning and muttered in teen angst, your son tapped the phone hard and angered before slamming the device into your awaiting hand. You put it in a drawer and locked it before putting the key back around your neck.
"And lose the damned attitude or so help me God, Kouta, I will show you who you get that fucking temper from." You snapped back. He gulped and nodded his head quickly. "Good, now go help your sister's study and get ready for dinner. It'll be ready by the time your dad gets home."
Oh, you couldn't wait for Ran to get home. As soon as you heard the car pull into the drive you were placing the last plate on the table. The door swung open, and you refrained yourself from picking up and rice bowl and chunking it at his head.
"Hey, Sweetness." You felt a hand lightly trace up your thigh as you were bent down checking the rice cooker.
You growled and forced a smile on your face. "Ran, honey," You turned to face him.
"What is it, Beautiful." He smirked, eyebrows waving suggestively.
You giggled and cocked your head to the side. "Did you encourage our fifteen-year-old son to fight at school?" The murderous vibe oozing out of you.
A panicked chuckle fell from his lips and looked around for his son. The little rat. "Ha ha, um, well you see, Gorgeous, I um, I may have-"
"Told him that backing down from a fight is for pussies?" You snapped back, grabbing a ladling spoon from the counter.
Ran backed into a corner of the kitchen, smiling nervously. "Well, yes. I did say that, but I didn't tell him to go out looking for fights!" He snapped back.
You lifted your arm up, ladle in hand, ready to crack it down onto his big stupid purple head. He grabbed a hold of your wrist, gentle pulling it down and kissing up your arm. Grabbing your waist to spin you and corner you against the wall.
"Ran Haitani, I swear you are teaching our kids to be fucking criminals!" You spat, shoving your hands into his chest. "Our daughter is beating people with rules, our son is sending people to the ER, and you are encouraging it!" You cried out, pushing at his chest over and over knowing damn well you couldn't budge him.
"Hey now, I didn't tell the kid to go out looking for fights. In fact, I told him not to go looking for them at school. I said he shouldn't back down from them if he was challenged because that was for pussies, but that while at school he should not be going out starting or looking for them." Ran explained, prying the ladle from your hand. The round bottom had wacked him in the chin one to many times for his liking as you slammed your dainty hands into his chest.
You stopped trying to hit your husband's chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You said that?"
He scrunched his brows together and nodded. "Well, yeah, I know how important it is to you that he graduates at least high school. I wouldn't crush that dream for you or ruin the opportunity that gives him. You think I want him to be a mobster like me?"
"So, you didn't tell him that not fighting is a pussy move?" You questioned.
Shaking his head Ran said, "No. I said backing down from fighting is a pussy move."
Both of you stared at each other for a moment before frowning and yelling, "KOUTA!"
Rhys Haitani, your oldest, walked through the door as if he hadn't been sent home in the middle of the day. Rindo had finally gotten a day off and you were planning on spending the day just he two of you until that afternoon when the kids normally got home. But of course, in a Haitani house nothing every went your way.
When the school had called you nearly didn't answer. You were having fun with your husband without any interruptions or pending responsibilities for once. However, your son had other plans for the day. Like getting caught hustling kids for lunch money he didn't need and shaking another kid down for his Gameboy Rhys wouldn't even play.
Your kid was a bully. A sneaky in general. Like his father.
While you and Rin discussed possible punishments, Rhys had snuck into the house and strutted to his room thinking he had gone unnoticed. He hadn't. You had known the second you heard steps out on the sidewalk and you were sure Rin had known before then.
"Rhys Haitani!" You called out, and you heard the muffled 'damn' from behind his door.
"Yes?" He called back, probably holding onto the doorknob, hesitating.
Rindo groaned and kicked the door open. Rhys had backed up, hands up, nervously sweating. You walked in behind Rindo, who was glaring down at his son.
"Dad! You're home? Wow...didn't expect that." Rhys muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair.
An agitated chuckle fell past Rin's lips. "I didn't expect my son to be sent home for hustling kids for shit he doesn't need." He snapped back.
The gulp pushed down Rhy's throat was audible.
"I mean, no I didn't need that stuff, but they owed Kouta for-"
"Kouta? You got sent home for Kouta?" You snapped along with Rindo's growl. "Dammit, Rhys! Did Kouta get sent home?" \
With a nervous chuckle, he nodded. "He picked a fight with some of the kids we were shaking down."
Rin was quiet. Definitely not a good sign. It was a bit nerve wracking honestly. When you were younger seeing Rindo like this was a major turn on. Especially right after a big battle, knowing he was coming down from the bloodthirst. But now, while it was pointed at your son, it was unsettling.
"You wanna be a thug? Fine." Rin shrugged.
"H-huh?" Rhys backed up, nearly crawling back onto his bed.
Rin rolled his shoulder and shrugged again. "You wanna be a gangbanger fine, be one. You'll come to work with me." You were going to be sick.
Rindo worked for Bonten. One of the biggest and baddest yakuzas, even with Mikey being more stable these days. They would chew Rhys up and spit him out even with his dad being Rindo and his uncle being Ran. That shit didn't matter.
"Rindo, maybe we should talk about this." You pleaded, looking to your son who was fearful.
"No, Y/N, he wants to be some big time delinquent, then I say let him. I'll take him to work with me. Send him out with Haruchiyo so he can see how we deal with punks that act like him. Send him with Koko to see how drug deals really go down. Hell, I'll take him out with me and Ran, make him nearly beat the life out of someone. Let's see how big and bad he is after that." Rin grabbed a hold of his son's arm, hauling him up to his feet. "Come on, Rhys, let's go. The quicker the better. Since you're so bloodthirsty these days."
"No! No, I don't want to go! I promise I won't do it again! I swear! Mom, please! Help!" He cried out, pulling against his father's grip. He'd seen the blood-soaked shirts his dad had come home in before, with absolutely not a scratch on him. He knew his dad had taken the lives of others. The thought of doing that himself made him sick.
"Rindo, hey, come on. Stop it!" You snapped, pulling your husband's hand off your son's arm. "I think he gets it." You pushed your husband back.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I swear." Rhys said again, crawling back against his headboard.
Rindo scoffed. "Remember that next time you think you're some big and bad thug." His eyes softened, seeing the utter fear in his son's eyes. "Rhys, you may be tough, and you can fight. You're a Haitani, it's in your blood. But your heart is like your mother's. You aren't a killer. And that, to me, is far stronger than I have ever been. So, stop trying to play the bad guy. There are real bad guys out there who will call your bluff, and you aren't like me. You aren't capable of ending someone before they end you."
"Yes sir." Rhys looked down at his feet, tear welling up.
You sighed and looked back to your son. "Rhys, do this again and next time I won't stop your father. Do I make myself clear?"
Rhys nodded quickly before you and Rin both bent down and kissed his head. You left him in his room, while the two of you decided you were now exhausted.
"How's about a nap?" Rin sighed, picking you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you nod and yawn.
As you laid down you noticed the tension in your husband's shoulders. Sighing, you snuggled further into his neck and kissed the spot between his shoulder and the base of his throat.
"You're a great dad, Rinnie. He's just hardheaded. He's a lot like you. He'll be fine, he's got you in his corner after all." You praise and rub soothing circles across his chest. "You're an amazing father and a damn near perfect husband. You keep us safe, you provide for us, and best of all you love us. Don't worry so much. Rhys has enough of me in him to keep him from going too far."
You felt a small tear drop onto your cheek before hearing a, "Thank you."
