☾︎𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈☽︎ | yoriichi x uta| kny

04|roomie

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Third person pov

Yoriichi swayed the soaked sponger in circles on a plate, as he streamed down the soap with the running water, he put the washed plates back and dried his hands with a clothe.

His mother and brother were conversing outside while the house was eerily quiet.
He agreed when Michikatsu insisted on driving him to the dorms.

When his chores were finally finished, he was prepared to leave, but first he wanted to check his room to see if he had left anything behind.

He went up the stairs and went into his room.

A few items of clothing that he didn't need were still in the closet, giving the space some life.
Years-old books that had never been opened remained silently on the shelves.

He'll admit it; he won't miss this room and will occasionally return.

He took a few more glances before departing while grabbing his phone and placing it in his pocket with his palm resting on the wall close to the light switch.

Going down the stairs, he grabbing an stray jacket from a hanger stand.

As soon as his brother left the house, Michikatsu yelled at him, grabbing his keys out of the air.

However, Yoriichi was looking in a different direction when he gave his mother a hug. It may have felt distant, but it was sufficient for Yoriichi.
Akeno, their mother. gave the twins a warm smile that was full of joy. They would have a splitting image of their mother if they did the same.

Michikatsu watched as Akeno pulled Yoriichi's sleeve up to her level and took something from her pocket. He had probably never noticed anything was in there before.
To his ear she reached. Something weighed on his ears, he sensed.

Hanafuda earrings were clipped on for him by his mother, and Yoriichi had almost forgotten about them. Although he hadn't worn them recently, doing so brought back many memories.

Akeno turned to michikatsu's direction, who was not paying attention by the way.
She gave him a big bare hug, but more stronger than yoriichi's, mostly michikatsu doesn't really have a thing for physical touch, so this made him jumpy.

"Mom, it's okay! It's fine, relax" michikatsu exited the hug hurriedly.
She giggled, looking at her two boys.

"You don't have to be that emotional, it's not like we're leaving the country"
Michi said sarcastically opening his door.

"I know, I know" she smiled again, if yoriichi was being honest, this the most he have seen his mother smiled before. Which made him fell happy.

He Waved one last goodbye and entered to the passenger seat, bucking his seatbelt.

He rolled down the window,
"Good luck, take care of each other" their mother exclaimed, michikatsu tilted his head to peak in the lowered window. Both gave a smile and drove off.

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Yoriichi watched as the buildings and cars passed by, leaning his chin against his palm, which was resting on the door.

They came to a standstill at a red light; the heavy traffic made Michikatsu irritated.

To his brother's delight, Michikatsu muttered, "Fucking Christ," and slouched down in his chair, and hearing a faint giggle.