Random KNY one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

It's okay to be upset| {UzuRen}

Theme: Hurt/comfort :3

Note: if the picture doesnt stay im going to start a war

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It was Senjuro's birthday and, extremely excited for his younger brother, Kyojuro had visited with a healthy amount of food he'd made himself. By healthy amount, he meant enough to satisfy Mitsuri for a couple days. But that didn't matter—all that did was Senjuro.

And, for the most part, it went very well. They spoke a bit, talking and laughing and catching up. Kyojuro made Senjuro eat as much as he could whilst he did the chores for him, cleaning the house from top to bottom and discreetly (or so he thought) placing several presents in Senjuro's room for him to open later. But eventually, of course, Kyojuro had to head out. He would have patrol in an hour and he wasn't allowed to miss it—even if he really wanted to. Before he left, though, he stopped by his father's room, intending for a check up.

"Father? Hello?" he said carefully, peeking inside.

Shinjuro was sitting in his bed, facing away from the door. He didn't look like he'd been up and about recently, several empty bottles of sake littering the floor.

Kyojuro slid the door open, stepping inside. "Good evening," he murmured. He sat down, placing his hands on his lap, trying not to fidget.

"What," came Shinjuro's response, after a long moment.

"It's been a while," Kyojuro said. He tried to read his father's posture, unable to discern him. "It's nice to see you again."

"You shits were being too loud," Shinjuro spat, ignoring his pleasantries. "Try shutting up, for once."

Kyojuro frowned. "Father, it's Senjuro's birthday—"

"I don't care if it's the damn emperor's birthday—you're talking loud enough to alert the whole fucking country!" Shinjuro slammed down a sake bottle, some of the contents splashing out. He scoffed, irritably wiping his hand on his clothing.

"I- I apologize, but it would be nice if you... wished Senjuro a happy birthday? He's been working so hard lately, and he doesn't have much time to do things he should be doing at his age. He'd be very happy if you told him something nice!" Kyojuro said, summoning a tense upbeat tone.

"Happy my ass. Not my fault he's so slow," Shinjuro said. He shoved away some of the bottles, moving to lay on his side, propping himself up with his elbow. "He doesn't need some stupid congratulations for not dying from dust inhalation."

Kyojuro bit back his rising fury. Stay calm. He must stay calm. "Senjuro works very hard to keep everything intact here! He deserves congratulations for that alone!"

"Oh, fuck off. He doesn't deserve shit." Shinjuro tugged the covers up over his body. "Go away."

"Father-"

"I said leave." Shinjuro turned to glare at Kyojuro. His expression was contorted, face scrunched in irritation. It hurt Kyojuro to see the complete contrast of his father to his previous self. "I have no time for this nonsense."

"At least help Senjuro a little today? Make your own dinner..." Kyojuro tried.

"He can make it just fine. I'm busy."

"Busy what?!" Kyojuro snapped. "Busy drinking? Busy ignoring your responsibilities as a father? Senjuro's doing more than either of us for this family, at this point! And he's only thirteen!"

"Yeah, and? He's fourteen now. He'll be fine," Shinjuro growled. "If you want to help him, do it yourself."

Kyojuro's jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes, trying to fight back a retort. "I'm trying to earn money for the family. What are you doing?" he gritted out. Without waiting for a response, he stood and left, closing the door as gently as he could muster behind him. He sucked in a breath, letting it out slowly. Then he quickly plastered a smile on his face, marching over to Senjuro's room.