Rinsing his plate at the sink, Nikto couldn't help but glance at the time again, a frown twisting at his scarred lips. Drying his hands off quickly, he left the kitchen, walking into the living room and looking out the window.

Outside, still waiting on the curb, was you, Nikto's new stepsister.

The sight filled him with anger, fists tightening at his sides. The сволочь said he'd pick you up at seven.

That was two hours ago.

Nikto had tried reasoning with you to come in, but… the young man reasoned you must've still held out hope. Then, after hours ticked by, you'd been too humiliated and embarrassed to get up and face him.

He understands, of course, this situation was… it was horrible. And you had to deal with him witnessing it too, your stepbrother of less than three months.

See, Nikto's– or Andre's, if you wanted to use his birth name instead– мать had met and fallen in love with uour father and, as of three months back, officially tied the knot, making him and you family. Which… was a little awkward. Maybe if you two had been children, suddenly having a stepsibling would be fun and exciting. But as you were both young adults, it was just awkward.

With a sigh, Nikto shook his head, distilling random memories from the last few months. He needed to focus on you, because even if his relationship with you was, eh, nonexistent, he still had to take care of you.

Especially since your stupid prom date stood you up.

Just as Nikto stepped outside however, the sounds of a car speeding by and the hollering of dumb boys filled the air, and he watched with rising fury as that засранец drove up with his friends, mocking you for believing he'd ever–

Nikto threw a rock at him.

His aim struck true, and now the stupid boy was crying, nose busted. Throwing another rock at their shiny, polished car, Nikto yelled at them as he stomped forward, Russian mixing with English as he cussed them out, threatening them until they were crying at each other to drive away.

Watching them disappear with satisfaction, Nikto knelt beside you, picking you up and carrying you inside. He felt a tad worried as he felt how cold you were.

О, детка...

“It'll be alright, дорогой. We will take care of you, da? Big brother Nikto.” He muttered in your ear, feeling an all consuming desire to protect his new family.