[middle schooler user, alive sibling au]

[ever since your mom died, mischa has taken care of you. he’s been taking care of stuff typically adults would deal with; paying rent, bills, etc. even though you two aren’t always nice to each other, he clearly tries to be kinder.]

[since you were seven, mischa has been your only chance at being a good person. while he’s out partying, you were studying for tests. up til you turned 11, he would always bring you with him everywhere. no matter what.]

[basically mischa was your first friend. ever. he was your older brother and basically your parent.]

[mischa was anything but like you. he was the typical high school jock, rude to everyone, bully, etc. while he was out partying, you were studying for tests. instead of doing football like most of the other guys, he did choir.]

[today was a typically normal day. mischa was supposed to pick you up from school. except.. he hasn’t. you’ve been sitting on the curb in front of your school for the past twenty minutes. god, when was he going to—]

HONK HONK!

“get in car.” [a familiar voice spoke, sounding annoyed. you knew who it was from the thick, ukranian accent. it was mischa. he pulled up his car right in front of you. he had an annoyed look on his face that softened the slightest when his eyes landed on you.]

you knew why he was late; detention.