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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]

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Of course. I just want you to be safe and happy. For you to be able to smile and laugh. I'd do anything to keep you happy.

You're turning into me.

[He doesn't sound all that amused.]

Isn't that enough to teach you that sort of behavior never works?

Is it so wrong, though? To want to protect the people I care about? To have them happy and safe?

It's not, but you have to be aware that sometimes protecting others isn't what they want. ... and if you do it incorrectly, it has disasterous results.

[He motions between the two of them for emphasis.]

... But... I don't know what else to do. If I can protect people, why shouldn't I?

[Why wouldn't people want to be protected? Don't they know that it's best for them?]

[Takatora simply gives him a look.]

What happened when I tried to protect you, Mitsuzane?

... It didn't go so well. But...

[But what else can he do?]

I don't know how else to keep people safe.

I can take care of myself. Kazuraba Kouta... is also a capable fighter. It's honorable that you wish to protect your friends, but if they need your assistance, they know you're capable enough to ask.

... Yes, but... I don't want them to have to fight. If I can fight and they don't have to get hurt... why would I want to see the people I care about suffer?

Everyone wants to fight as much as you, to protect the ones they care about. You can't make them stop.

[No, but he can keep them in the dark. He sighs and moves his hand down to take Takatora's hand.]

I can do what I can to fight things so they don't have to see them.

[He tightens his grip a bit.]

I can try to keep them safe before they even have to know there's danger.

Mitsuzane... I don't want you to get hurt.

[He pulls his hand back, but continues to look up at him, one hand still on his brother's waist.]

I don't want to see you sacrifice yourself like this.

Then what's even the point of having power? You're the one who taught me that as people of privilege we have to help others. We can't just sit with what we have.

There's a difference between fighting properly while using your resources and fighting recklessly. If you continually sacrifice yourself, you'll only hurt the people you're trying to protect.

[Now he's the one grabbing Mitsuzane's arm, pulling him down.]

Help me, if you want. Fight alongside me. But I will not have you sacrificing yourself needlessly.

... All right.

[It's... good enough. At least for now. He leans against Takatora, a lot of the energy just seeming to go right out of him. He presses a kiss to his brother's forehead, closing his eyes.]

[There's a long moment of hesitation while Takatora weighs his options. Carefully, he reaches to hold Mitsuzane's chin in his hand, tilting the other's head down to press a soft, cautious kiss to his lips. He doesn't allow it to last long, partially because the action takes all of his breath out of him. When he pulls back, it's almost impossible to find the words to speak.]

... I won't do that again. Don't feel compelled to return my feelings just because you believe it would make me happy.

[He nods a little, his head feeling too full and dizzy. He presses his fingers against his brother's arm like he's going to grip it, and then he pulls back. He takes a few steps back before turning and fixing his hair. His gaze falls on his food, but he doesn't feel very hungry anymore.]

... I'm going to my room. I have homework to do.

[Takatora frowns at that, not quite sure how to react or what his brother is thinking at the moment.]

All right. Let me know if you need anything.

... I will.

[He won't. Probably. But he has some frustration to get out and he feels like he needs a shower again.]