Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 43: Give Him A Break

 When the next day started, Ryota hadn't even gotten a chance to wake up before his younger brother sat on him. Staring down at him, creepy and quiet as usual, the mint-haired boy made him stagger. It made him wonder how long Ayori had been there, but when he asked, he wasn't given an answer. In fact, he was only given a disgusted look before being bitten on the hand as if the brother he had was a rabid stray.

"I don't even know what to say to this," the green-haired male huffed, walking over to his wardrobe.

As he opened it, he immediately fell on the floor at the sight of his elder brother, terrified. He looked as though he'd been in there the entire night, with bags under his eyes and a rigid posture. Stepping out from behind the shirts, the ravenette laughed his heart out, holding his stomach tightly. He then wiped an eye and extended his hand to his younger brother only to be slapped. It wasn't too much of a shock.

"C'mon, time to get dressed for your date," Kinu hummed, picking up some hangers before holding them up to his brother's torso, "You have to look good if you're gonna get her number."

"Not a date."

"You're both blind when it comes to fashion," Ayori sighed, shoving his elder brother aside before pulling out his choice of shirt, "I'll handle this."

"Not a date."

"Alright, you do that. I'll start drilling Ri-Ri on things to say to her. If we leave him as is, he's going to scare her away with all his talk about horses and magic shows and - "

"Not a date."

"I wonder if they'll even get past 3:15. That would be a miracle."

At this point, Ryota shut his mouth. Letting his brothers do whatever they wanted, he held a straight face and tried to escape into his mind. At some points, he could hear Kinu trying to lecture him on how not to treat a girl, and at others, he heard the threats Ayori made about how he should always look the part. There was nothing more torturous than that. He would have rather willingly eaten a thousand hot-sauce-covered strawberries than put up with their antics. It wasn't a date. He still hadn't made up his mind on whether he even liked her or not.

By the time he had come to, he was already in the car with Kinu and his father on the way to the offices. Hotaka was driving, every now and then becoming very interested in the conversation for a reason Ryota could not tell. Regardless, the moment the car stopped moving - and even a bit before then - he unbuckled himself and shot out of the car at top speed, trying to escape his elder brother. It was near futile. Even as he stopped to cheerfully greet the receptionist and Ryota rushed into the elevator, he was somehow fast enough to catch the door before it closed.

When the younger male was finally in the clear, having had to speed-walk his way past everyone on the twenty-third floor, he locked himself in his office. Tapping the window five times to put it on the non-transparent setting and shutting the balcony door, he discarded all the flashy junk Ayori had made him wear until he was only wearing a simple shirt and pants. He sighed and at long last collapsed in his chair, glancing at the clock. It was 6:34, he was behind schedule, and he had even forgotten to get a cup of coffee.

"Hey, I - "

"Get. Out," the male growled, uncaring of who was intruding on his private time.

Hotaka fidgeted with his thumbs as he waited outside the door, giving a guilty look. He looked like a dog that had been scolded for wanting to play fetch. Regardless, before long, he was let in, the green-haired male eventually realizing that it was his bodyguard, not his brother. And, to his delight, he carried with him a cup of coffee. Ryota eagerly grabbed it and sat back down, sipping it quietly but with utter bliss. As always, it was his only solace.