Title: Yellow Hair
Drabble Challenge: Backstory drabble
Prompt: Cloud, and being the child of a single mother in Nibelheim
Josef tilted his head up with a sniff, his lip curling up as he did. Heinrich and Oliver were right behind him, like they always were. There wasn't much to do, now that school was out for the day.
Well, there were always things to do, and that was why Josef was where he was right now.
It was Wednesday, so Tifa had gone right home after school, because she had a piano lesson. Which meant there was no one to get in their way.
"Aww, where you goin', Cloud?" Josef said, the smirk curling into a smile.
"Home," Cloud said sharply, shoving his schoolbooks into his battered rucksack. It was old and tattered and probably had been before Cloud Strife every got it. Josef figured he'd be doing Cloud a favor if he pitched it into the class woodburning stove next winter.
"Heh, Momma's boy, running home to Momma now that his girlfriend's not here to protect him," Heinrich said tauntingly. "Momma's boy, momma's boy, where's your daddy, Momma's boy?"
Cloud narrowed his eyes and shoved his stuff in faster.
"He hasn't got a dad. Everyone knows his momma's trash," Oliver said, crossing his arms. "Stupid yellow-haired trash and a stupid yellow-haired trash son."
"Leave my momma alone!" Cloud yelled, and that's when Josef the fun was about to really get started.