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[He remembers back when Kyousuke was younger, that small boy would try to stay up later just to be with him. He would often wind up nodding off where he was sitting, eventually falling over so that he'd be fast asleep with his head on Yuuichi's lap, snoring away as the older boy finished off whatever homework assignment he had that day. Their mother would drape a blanket over him because it was impossible to move little Kyousuke, whose small hands gripped tightly onto Yuuichi's pants leg.
He's smiling in his sleep, their mother would say with delight, and Yuuichi would comment that it must be because he's having a good dream.
It's probably one where he's playing soccer with you, their father would respond, and the three of them would laugh happily with their youngest family member curled up between them.
Their mother isn't here right now, and neither is their father. Yuuichi can't pick up and carry Kyousuke if he falls asleep now, and he doesn't want the boy to sleep on the chair. Closing the lid to his own lunchbox, he reaches over to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder.]
Help me into my chair. Let's go brush our teeth and get ready for bed.
[It was true. More often than not, the dreams Kyousuke could remember were always about him and his brother, playing together on the same soccer field and sharing the same dream. A dream that would be just that for years to come.
And no matter how old Kyousuke got, no matter how adult he tried to act in order to let Yuuichi be the one who didn't have to worry all the time, he always in the end was the little brother, and it was something he truly loved deep down. The fact that Yuuichi would look at him like he was his entire world, and hope that his eyes spoke the same thing in return. Something that told him that if he just reached out and gripped his fingers onto his brother's sleeve or pant leg, he'd be as safe as can be. That Fifth Sector would never be able to touch him.
Let's go brush our teeth and get ready for bed.
It'd been years since they'd slept in the same bed, now that he thinks about it, and tonight would be the first in a long time that he felt worth being able to stay the night with him. Shutting the lid of his own lunchbox, he quickly cleans up their dinner, putting the empty boxes in the bag and getting out his toothbrush and past, followed by a change of clothes of his favourite pajamas. Nothing fancy--baggy sleep pants and an oversized shirt (Yuuichi's), setting it quickly to the side before going over to help his brother.
He'd done this so many times before that it was almost second nature, moving the wheelchair just next to the bed, his arms reaching underneath to help lift him up and into the chair. It was effortless by now, and with less weight on his shoulders, Kyousuke could feel that it wasn't nearly as much of a struggle as before, even with his fatigued body.]
Okay.
[One word, but there was so much love and affection poured into that one word, you'd swear he'd recited poetry.]
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He's smiling in his sleep, their mother would say with delight, and Yuuichi would comment that it must be because he's having a good dream.
It's probably one where he's playing soccer with you, their father would respond, and the three of them would laugh happily with their youngest family member curled up between them.
Their mother isn't here right now, and neither is their father. Yuuichi can't pick up and carry Kyousuke if he falls asleep now, and he doesn't want the boy to sleep on the chair. Closing the lid to his own lunchbox, he reaches over to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder.]
Help me into my chair. Let's go brush our teeth and get ready for bed.
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And no matter how old Kyousuke got, no matter how adult he tried to act in order to let Yuuichi be the one who didn't have to worry all the time, he always in the end was the little brother, and it was something he truly loved deep down. The fact that Yuuichi would look at him like he was his entire world, and hope that his eyes spoke the same thing in return. Something that told him that if he just reached out and gripped his fingers onto his brother's sleeve or pant leg, he'd be as safe as can be. That Fifth Sector would never be able to touch him.
Let's go brush our teeth and get ready for bed.
It'd been years since they'd slept in the same bed, now that he thinks about it, and tonight would be the first in a long time that he felt worth being able to stay the night with him. Shutting the lid of his own lunchbox, he quickly cleans up their dinner, putting the empty boxes in the bag and getting out his toothbrush and past, followed by a change of clothes of his favourite pajamas. Nothing fancy--baggy sleep pants and an oversized shirt (Yuuichi's), setting it quickly to the side before going over to help his brother.
He'd done this so many times before that it was almost second nature, moving the wheelchair just next to the bed, his arms reaching underneath to help lift him up and into the chair. It was effortless by now, and with less weight on his shoulders, Kyousuke could feel that it wasn't nearly as much of a struggle as before, even with his fatigued body.]
Okay.
[One word, but there was so much love and affection poured into that one word, you'd swear he'd recited poetry.]