ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℝ➼ 𝙗𝙡𝙡𝙠 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ʙʟɪɴᴋ.

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ೃ⁀➷ Blink once and you'll miss it.

You kept blinking, and you weren't missing it. The sight in front of you was like a horrible stop motion animation, only his body stopped moving altogether.

Your parent's surprised screams shrilled in your ears, curling their already undefinable words deeper and deeper into your head, they huddled over your brother's body. You were as horrified as they were, the unsettling feeling of hands grabbing and groping at your lungs started to overwhelm you as you turn away from the dreadful scene.

You don't dare make a sound.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Your heart jumped in your rib cage, and you scrambled for your phone, dialing numbers, but you swear your hands and phone felt sweatier than usual, the clothes you were wearing that were comforting earlier suddenly felt like pins digging into your skin.

Soon the dark and grim scene exploded with red and blue lights, the scene was crowded of not just mourning but the ones to investigate. The lights only enlarged and blinded you, the noise was just too much, you couldn't bear to open your mouth, and even if you did, you could feel the words stain your throat with a distressing itch, silencing you.

You could feel your skin sag for hours after it all, under your eyes and mouth, always in a constant state of exhaustion, in the halls of the hospital, absorbing that sullen atmosphere, the straining days at school that followed right after.

You blame your parents for making you care so much about what happened. Their incessant and constant blubbering about their second born son, how much of a genius and prodigy he is. how he has a sixth sense for soccer, how he always brings glory home. The embodiment of the gleam and glow of "Kamiko". God child.

You could still hear it all.

It was all you could hear.

That's why your parents had to say the news to you a second time, with the same stern look on both their faces. The most amount of emotion you've ever seen them with directed towards you.

"Pack your bags, you're going to the JFU tomorrow."

You could barely feel your diaphragm move as the words were echoed to you again, the look of distraught on your face couldn't be described, it was a mush of eyes a nose and a mouth, along with the angling of your eyebrows that only detailed that looks of horror.

"But Kazuki-"

"You think we haven't thought about that?"

Your mother retorted so quick, her tone implied that she was insulted that you would even consider to bring your brother into the conversation like this, especially when he is in the condition he is in.

Her voice tied and tightened around your throat, silencing you, you could only wiggle your fingers uncomfortably at your sides, you desperately want to say something that would change their minds. You closed your mouth and hung your head low.

But when have they budged for you? Compromised and softened like a soft marshmallow cushion.

You pulled your face back up to its normal state, a state where your face doesn't have an emotion, as it should be.

Like how they've done for your brother.

"Your brother has done so much for our family, just do this one thing."

Even with that pleading look in your father's eyes, you knew that behind those porcelain eyes, he was as hollow as your mother, his words were just a flat, thin, wet blanket meant to cover the harshness of what his wife demands from you. 

But it's too thin, her glare and words easily dig their holds into your skin, scarring you with no choice as they stand strong for their resolve, your brother.

"Fine."

The woman held out the sheet of paper to you, like you were some dumb dog, you swiped it without a word.

Your neutral facial expression ripples with hostility for the adults in the room that were ironically, acting like children. 

Just what the fuck did they think they had an eldest daughter for? A substitution for their prodigy son when he's missing in action? 

You wouldn't put it below them. 

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⌗ intro is kinda short sorryy