呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
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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.]
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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[He strokes Kouta's hair and rubs his neck comfortingly, trying to calm him down a little.]
Shh... I'm here. I'll keep you safe, okay?
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[Well he's getting Kouta snot all over his shirt, but whatever. He can deal with it.]
I'm here. I've got you. You don't have to worry about anything, Kouta. I'll fight for your happiness.
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[Which really seems to be the only thing he can keep getting out.]
I'm sorry I'm so weak... That I don't know what I'm doing... I'm sorry you had to start fighting for my sake...
[He clings tighter, whining as he spills out all of the stress he's been holding the last few months.]
I just want him to come back... I don't want any of this to happen... I don't want any of us to fight...
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[Kouta shouldn't have to suffer like this...]
People grow up, and they fight. Maybe not like we do... but all people fight for what they believe in. This isn't so different, really. Not in the end.
[... Hesitantly, he presses a kiss to Kouta's forehead, trying to calm him down.]
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[The kiss seems to calm him down. After a minute, he stops crying completely, wiping at Micchy's shirt with his hand to get the tearstains to try and go away. No such luck.]
Thank you, Micchy...
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[He rocks Kouta in his arms gently, patting his back.]
Try to sleep a little, okay?
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Okay...
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[Kouta seems pretty convinced of that, nuzzling in against Micchy's shoulder and sniffling again.]
Thank you... Micchy...
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[He'll just... stay awake until Kouta falls asleep, and then fall asleep himself. Or try to.]
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... Yuuya...
[Aah... no. That's not right... Kouta stirs a bit, grumbling without opening his eyes.]
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[He pats Kouta a little and tries to sit up.]
Come on, Kouta. I have to get home.
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[Kouta gives him another squeeze and then rolls over obediently, pulling the blankets over his head.]
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Micchyyyyyy...
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[He pats Kouta's back a little, grinning.]
I really do need to head out now though, okay?
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[It's spoken like 'please don't make me get out of bed but i will if you want.']
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I'll be okay. I'll call you if I need anything.
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[Kouta turns his head a bit to look at him.]
Kick that guy's ass if he bothers you again.
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[He grabs his bag and carefully heads out the door, making sure to close it behind him. He doesn't want anything to happen to Kouta or his sister. He heads out and changes at a nearby fast food restaurant before starting home, and sends a text to Takatora letting him know he's on his way.]