Canon: Remove if not applicable.Judal considered the other children and teenagers in the house as his siblings, but as a matter of fact he was more like everyone’s nephew though he was the same age as some of the siblings. Because when he was young - and he would sigh deeply when he said that, as if he was much older than his fifteen years - he was adopted by Kouen and Mu. They were both his legal guardians, and these days, his parents.
He had been living with them for eight years, and a lot of the siblings had moved out over the last couple years. Two years ago he even finally got his own room. Granted, it was right next to Rohroh’s room, and that guy could be really, really loud.
Back when he was in the yakuza, which had not been all that easy, things had been easier. Just hear me out, he would have said if he were to explain that to someone. Seriously though, it was easier because feelings were not required. And over the last couple years he’s had a whole lot of feelings that he could deal without.
Ja’far kicked him on the leg when he slumped against the table with a groan. He glared up at him from the table surface. “What? You can’t seriously think this is fun, Freckles?” He hated math, and English, and biology, and pretty much every school subject ever. But that wasn’t the feelings he wanted to be able to turn off. “It doesn’t have to be, you need to do it either way. Just try and if you don’t get something, just ask. It’s why I’m here, anyway” Judal sighed. Just hear me out. he thought, continuing his previous train of thought, an explanation to himself, sort of. Or to whoever would be bored enough to peek inside his mind and read his thoughts. The reason why it was easier was because if I still was in the yakuza, I wouldn’t have a dumb crush on my dumb childhood frenemy because that’s just so damn stupid, I don’t even like him on a good day, so why do I have to find him attractive and stuff, right? “Judal.”
Glancing up once again, he finally straightened up, only to let himself slide right off of the desk chair and onto the floor. “Judal!”
“Oh come on, I’m gonna be a hard rock star slash peach mogul anyway, why do I gotta do all this dumb stuff?” He tipped his head up, so he could see the other teenager through his bangs. “You can’t even recruit members to your band yet--and the ones who want to join, you reject, while the ones that don’t get rejected quit because you’re such a menace. And if you’re going to be a peach mogul you need math and to get into a good business school. Or agriculture, those are not exactly schools you can get into on failing grades.”
Judal groaned even louder and rolled over onto his back. “I’m not letting Aladdin join the Peach Crushers. And I hate maaath.” He let out a whine, directing a pleading look at Ja’far. Who shoved his foot in his hair. “That’s so exaggerated that not even Sharrkan would fall for it. And Peach Crushers is the lamest band name ever.”
Judal’s cheeks burned, and he sat up abruptly. “No it’s not! Shut up!”
“It’s lame. Who’ll even listen to a hard rock band with peach in the name?”
Judal kicked the other boy, hard. Ja’far was the type who had grown up intending to become a mature and less hot-headed person. But Judal seemed to be able to rile him just as easily as Ja’far could rile Judal up. Which meant that the kicks quickly escalated into a physical fight.
It was fun to rile Ja’far up, in Judal’s opinion, but he hated when he was the one getting riled up.
I! Seriously just! Don’t! Want to have! A! Stupid! Fucking! Crush! on THIS guy! For five! damn! years!