TR Boys When Their Kids Are Sent Home From School
FT: Mikey, Draken, and Baji
CW: Female!Readers, Blonde!Reader and/or Redhead!Readers, PG-13 for cussing, mentions of violence, agressive and aggitated emotions.
A/N: First fannon head dump. BE NICE! Alright sit back and enjoy!
Today has been a day. Not only have you had to deal with constant Morning sickness while cleaning the house and running errands, now you are sitting in the principal's office at your son Kaito's school. He gotten into some kind of physical altercation and now some kid is sitting in a hospital bed.
"Mom, I swear I didn't start it!" Kaito pleaded, throwing his hands up in a typical Sano tantrum. "Principal Inuzaki saw the whole thing! He knows I didn't start it."
"Kaito." You seethe out with a bone chilling calm. Kaito tensed, taking one look at the 'mom glare' you were giving him before sitting back down and staring at his shoes.
"Principal Inuzaki, are you sure this is my son's fault?" You sighed and looked back to the fat elderly man sitting behind his desk. The same fat old man behind the same big desk that was there when you were in school...and Mikey was supposed to be in school.
Kaito was a lot like his father. Childish and care-free most of the time, with the frightening ability to shut off all his emtions when pushed too far. But you knew Kaito had inherited your patience. He wasn't as easily set off like his dad was. And once you pulled him out of the last school he attended with Kai Baji and Kenny Ryuguji, he had been fairly better about passing his classes and his involvement in on-campus fights had decreased significantly.
"Mrs. Sano, your son had become the number one distraction to my students since he has arrived. Today is just one of the many incidents Sano Kaito has been involved in." The old man puffed out in such a tone that just made you twitch in agitation.
Tention pressure began to build in your temples, nausea was causing your stomach to twist, and this new baby was beginning to kick you in the kidneys. As Inuzaki went on and on about his prejudice opinions of your son, you got more and more agitated.
"Ok, you know what no." Kaito's eyes flicked to you quickly and back down to his shoes, his shoulders tensing further. He knew the school had fucked up when they had called you instead of his dad. Mikey was better at handling tention and agitation better than you currently. This pregnancy was making you very testy and your tempter was far quicker than it ever had been before.
"This is what we're going to do. You, Principal Inuzaki, are going to pull up the security footage of the incident because I know you have it. You've got at least fifteen cameras on every damned hallway. One of them was bound to catch it. Then we are going to watch it together. And if my son is innocent, you are going to call this other's child's parents and treat them with the same disrespect you have treated us with. You are also going to make a public apology to my son, and leave him the hell alone or I swear on everything Principal Inuzaki I will show you what little patience I really have."
By the end of your ranting demand you were inches from Inuzaki's face, hands on the desk, and steam coming out of your ears.
"Or you can drop this whole thing and tell this other child's parents he was responsible for the altercation. It's up to you." You shrugged, turning to pick up your purse. "Which is it?" You raised a brow, staring down the now sweating man.
He turned his saucer like eyes to Kaito and with a shacking voice said, "See you first thing tomorrow, Mr. Sano."
"Bye, Sir." Kaito nodded before quickly leaving the room.
Before you shut the door you looked back at Inuzaki and said with a smile, "Good choice. Have a nice day."
On the way home you had threatened Kaito and promised to be telling his father as soon as he got home, which made Kaito twitchy. He sheepishly went to his room as he was grounded from leaving, working on his bike, and eating sweets until you had talked to Mikey.
Manjiro had pulled into the garage a few hours after you and Kaito had returned home. He had come to the kitchen to see you and kiss you on the forehead as a greeting. Placing his keys down on the counter, Mikey had started rubbing your belly which was in the earlier stages of swelling.
"How's my princess today?" He cooed with a relaxed smile on his face.
He had been over the moon with excitment the second the doctor had said you were expecting a girl. He had been excited for Kaito when you had been pregnant with him, but something about this little girl made him thrilled.
"She had been making mommy's day a bit hard, but not as hard as your son has made my day." You sighed as Mikey's eyes flicked back up to yours.
"What he do?" His tone turned hard and fatherly.
So, you told him everything. At least everything you knew. And you noticed the gleam that caught in his eyes when you said Kaito had kicked the kid's head so hard he had been taken to the hospital.
"Kaito!" Mikey's voice boomed through the whole house. The slow and shacky squeak of your son's door opening was followed by heavy and hesitant footsteps.
"Sir?" His eyes were on the ground, head down.
"Look at me." Mikey ordered, and Kaito followed. You could see the want to cry build in your son's eyes. "Wanna tell me about your day?"
"I sent a kid to the hospital today." He said sheepishly. "But I didn't mean to this time I swear!" He snapped up. "I was minding my business this time. I was just trying to eat my doriyaki and this kid came up and threw it to the ground. And he started talking shit to me, and then he tried to hit me, and I swear I only kicked him once!" Kaito rambled quickly in a panic. So much so you had to cough to cover up the laugh bubbling from your throat.
"Kaito," You tried to stop him, but it seemed he had a case of word vomit.
"-I meant it when I said I wouldn't fight in this school! Mom, I swear! I said I'd do my work and save fighting for after school. Remember, Dad? That was our deal! I leave gang activity for after school, and focus on my school work at school! I was doing that. I did not sta-"
"KAITO!" Both you and Mikey snapped, causing the middle schooler to shut his mouth quickly.
"Son, we've already talked about it." Mikey chuckled. "You're not grounded. However, if this happens again there will be no motorcycles, no gang, no sweets or tv or anything for months got it?"
Kaito quickly nodded his head and took off to his room. He came running back out with phone and keys in his hand. Kissing you on the cheek and waving bye to his father Kaito was gone in a flash, the sounds of his bike growing fainter and fainter by the second.
Cuddling on the couch, both you and Mikey chuckled and shook you heads. Rubbing soothing circles on your stomach Mikey smiled at you.
"Guess it's just us tonight." He sighed lovingly.
"Mhmm." You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.
Scooping you up in his arms he stands up, carrying you bridal style. "What do you say to a bath and then a movie?" He asked quietly as he was already headed for the tub.
"I say nothing sounds better." You grinned and rested fully in his arms.
"Kenny Takashi Ryuguji!" You snapped as your son stumbled into the house, covered in cuts and bruises, and his braid matted and messed. You had already known he was on the way home. The school had called.
"Mom, please, can you not yell." He whined, slumping next to the small kotatsu table in the living room. "My head is pounding." He muttered as he laid his head down on the table surface.
You emerged from the bathroom with the first aid kid in hand, your younger daughter Ayame following behind like a baby duck. As you kneeled in front of Kenny, Ayame settled in her brother's lap as you started dressing the wounds along his neck and head.
"What happened this time?" You sighed as you dressed the gash across his eyebrow.
Just like his father. Kenny was well mannered and slow tempered like Draken; however, he was also bloodthirsty and starving for a good knuckle busting fight. How such a bright and intelligent young man can be so wild all at the same time was bewildering to you, but then against these are all qualities you fell for in Draken.
"Older kids think they can push people around." Kenny grunted as you poured disinfectant in his busted knuckles. "Had to show them they were wrong." Probably took up for some wimpy kid again. "I'm assuming the school called?"
"Yes. They called us and the Baji household." You sighed as you carefully wrapped his knuckle in gauze.
A wince spread across Kenny's face, but it wasn't for the bandaging. "They called Kai's house?" You nod. "Kai is dead." You nod again.
"They called your father as well." Your son's body tensed like a tight rubber band ready to snap.
"They called dad?" he groaned aloud, as if he himself were in hotter water than Kai Baji was at his house.
"Oh, they called me alright." Kenny jumped so hard it nearly knocked you over. Ayame had fallen into your lap.
Draken stood in the living room doorway, arms crossed tight across his chest, and mechanics jumper tied tightly across his waist. He must have left work as soon as they called. Poor Inupi was probably running the shop alone.
"D-Dad, hi! How was work?" Kenny stammered, walked himself back into a wall.
Draken smirked and cracked his neck. "It was going pretty great today. Then I got a call from yer school. Said yer starting fights in the middle of class again." Draken held his hand out to help you up from the floor and pick up Ayame who had her small arms held out for her daddy. "I thought we had an understanding, Ken. We said no fighting at school, and you could do whatever with the gang." The strain in your husband's voice was bone chilling. He was not happy for sure.
"Bubba fight?" Ayame managed to say audibly. Her small hands holding either side of her father's face with a confused look on her face.
Draken's smile softened as he looked to his young daughter. "Mmhm, Bubba is in big trouble." He said in a funny tone as his daughter continued to hold his face.
A big gasp fell from Ayame's lips. "Bubba! Daddy say you in trouble!"
You had to push down the laugh that crawled up your chest. There was never a dull moment with Ayame for sure.
"Come here, Aya." You hold out your arms for your daughter, who does not want to leave her father's grasp.
"Go to Momma, Princess. Daddy's got to deal with Bubba." Draken says softly as he hands her over to you. He kisses the top of her head as she finally caves and allows herself to be passed off.
"Oh well. Bubba!" Aya shrugged and looked to her elder brother.
"Y-yes?" He played along, his eyes never leaving his father's.
"Run." Ayame said and you nearly bursted into a fit of laughter then and there.
As he attempts to turn and run, Draken caught his son's collar and yanked him back.
"Kenny, you are going to hand over the keys to the bike, you will be home right after school, and you will hand over your phone the second you walk in the door. You are going to be on babysitting duty every weekend until further notice. And I swear, Ken, one more fight at school like this and you won't have a gang or friends or a bike or a fucking phone. Do you understand me?" Draken's voice carried through the whole house, shaking the walls.
As he went through the list of punishments Kenny was going to be receiving this time, you got Ayame ready for bed. Just as she was settled in her room with a movie, you heard Kenny's door close and yours creak open.
As you placed the folded laundry away two arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Draken let his head fall into the crease of you neck, sighing deeply and relaxing against you. Rubbing his hands that laid flat against your abdomen, you traced the calloused scars.
"You know he's just like you." You whispered as Draken breathed the smell of you in.
A defeated groan fell past his lips and his sat on the bed, head in his hands. "Dammit, Y/N, I know. I want him to be better than me. I don't want his best option being a gang member. It's fine now, but what about later, huh? That kind of life could get him killed or in prison." He rubbed his face hard and looked down at his shoes.
You shook his head and crawled on the bed behind him, massaging the tension out of his shoulders. "Silly man, his best qualities come from you. In my opinion there isn't anyone better than you." You smiled down at him as he turned his head to look at you.
"You don't need to worry so hard about him, Ken. He's a smart kid, and even though he hides it well, he is well mannered, and his temper isn't so bad either." You cupped the side of Draken's face, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles over his cheek. "Kenny is built tough, and like his dad, he doesn't let people pick on the weak."
Draken smiled softly and turned to wrap you up in his arms. "How'd I get lucky with you?"
"Good Karma." You shrugged, making you both laugh.
As the laughter faded into a still quiet you heard Draken's brain working. You'd let him tell you what he wanted. You knew not to push him.
"I think after this weekend, I'll let him off the hook." Draken sighed out, wanting your thoughts.
You nodded and turned your head up to look at him. "Why wait that long?" You questioned.
A smug smirk you knew too well stretched across his lips.
"Well, we haven't had a date night in a while. And the owner of that new fancy hotel owes me a favor." He kissed your neck, making you tingle.
"God, I love being married to you." You giggled as Draken threw the two of you on the bed.
His phone that laid forgotten on the floor silently ringing. Inupi wondered what the hell was taking Draken so long to get back.
You were waiting for him. The school had called about Kai hours ago, saying that he wasn't going to be sent home, but he was going to be expelled for a week. A week. Just the thought of a week of Kai in the house at all times because he can't keep his damned hands to himself at school made you want to throttle your child.
However, you didn't have to worry about that. As soon as the school had called you, you had called Keisuke. Oh ho, did you call Keisuke. Chifuyu and Kazutora took over the pet shop for the day and Keisuke came home to wait with you. With every second the tension built in both of you.
Yes, Kai was just like his father. Feral in every definition. He inherited the odd trait of setting vehicles on fire whenever he was bored or hungry. He was an expert fighter. Hell, Kai was even first division captain of the current Tokyo Manji Generation 4. Every ounce of Keisuke had been copied with precise detail over to his son.
Knowing this though did not excuse the one rule you had with Kai. No fighting at school. As long as he was making good marks in school, paying attention in class, and respecting his teachers then he could do whatever he wanted outside school. He chose the path of a delinquent just like his father. Shocker.
"They even said he wasn't even provoked. So, it wasn't self-defense." You sighed as Keisuke's foot began to tap.
"Doesn't matter. We had one rule, Y/N. One fucking rule!" Keisuke snapped, abruptly standing up.
You knew you had to calm Keisuke a bit before Kai got home. He was so pissed he would probably traumatize the kid. So, you reached up at ran your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp to ease the tension building in his head.
"Well, maybe he was defending someone." You suggested, guiding Baji to sit down on the couch. "Like you did for 'Fuyu. Remember when you two met?" His shoulders relaxed slightly, and you thanked God.
"Still, he can't be fighting at school. They'll kick him out for good next time. And getting him into another middle school, let alone high school is going to be next to impossible." Keisuke sighed out as he looked at the little blanket wrapped around his youngest child.
Kuroe, you youngest son, slept peacefully and was thankfully a decent distraction as Kai had pulled into the drive. While you both heard it, neither of you rushed out to shake your oldest to death. You could hear your middle child, your daughter Kisame, taunting her brother.
"You know they're going to kill you as soon as you walk in, right?" She mocked as she turned the doorknob.
"Shut up, Kisa!" He snapped back.
"I saw dad's bike in the garage. You're screwed." She laughed as they walked towards the living room. As soon as Kisame looked up from her phone, seeing both you and Keisuke standing in the living room she laughed out.
"Kisame!" You snapped and she kept laughing. As you handed the sleeping Kuroe over to her, Kai breached the living room.
She turned as her brother stood as still as a night in the doorway. "Good luck, big bro. RIP." She patted his shoulder, laughing the whole way to her room.
Kai's eyes flickered from both you and his father. He didn't know who'd make the first move and that terrified him. He was afraid to even flinch for it might trigger one of you to finally jump him.
"Kai, you better start talking." You warn, Keisuke grunting.
His gulped and nodded his head. "I'm assuming the told you guys I was unprovoked?"
"Oh, so it's true?" Keisuke smiled; his hair suddenly being tied up. "You're beating up on innocent people now? In the middle of school too."
Kai backed up quickly, holding his hands up in defense. "NO! No, no I just know that's what story they told you guys! I didn't start a fight with some innocent kid, I swear. Kenny and I were just walking to class when we saw these upper classmen beating the hell out of this wimpy ass nerd. Poor dude pissed himself." He watched as both you and Keisuke stood still, watching his every move. Both of you knew his telltale signs, and so far, Kai wasn't lying.
"You and Kenny kick their asses?" Keisuke asked.
Kai nodded. "Two are in the hospital."
"Good." Keisuke grunted and turned to walk to your shared room.
"Mom?" Kai looked to you.
"Laundry for three weeks. Babysitting both your brother and sister for two weeks. I want at least a report card with all B or I'll be taking the bike, the game system, and I will be giving all the yakisoba in this house to Chifuyu. Do I make myself clear?" You folded your arms, staring down your oldest son.
"Yes ma'am." He nodded quickly. "But why the yakisoba? Those are dad's favorite." He questioned and you smiled wickedly.
"Exactly. So, don't fuck up kid, or it was affect your dad. And that'll make it even worse for you." He turned on your heels and waved him off. "You're staying in tonight. Go to your room."
"Yes ma'am!" He said quickly and ran for his room before you decided to change your mind.
Keisuke was laying across the bed, changed into his boxers and pajama shirt. You quickly joined him for a good afternoon cuddle and nap.
