Hollow Heart

24

10:00 am, Saturday

Meanwhile, in Asami's house...

"Yo sis, whatcha up to?"

In the quiet and peaceful household of the Ekidachis, my little bro Ketsuya enters my room as I read something on my phone.

"Not much, just reading"

Ketsuya thought for a moment and spoke out.

"Is it that Crybaby fanfic you always read?"

"Yep, new update. This story really keeps my blood and hype rolling!"

"Hype for what...?"

I stood up from my bed and knocked him on the head a few times.

"The new update! DUH!"

"O-ow! Ok ok I get it!" He says as he massages his head, "I was meaning to ask, but how many times have you read it?"

I thought for a moment and replied.

"Hmm... from the first page to the last update... I would say, around 9 times"

Ketsuya widened his eyes to their limits and exclaimed:

"T-THAT MUCH!?"

"I want to keep supporting the author ya know, if I don't, she might get sad!"

"B-but aren't there like other people that read that story...?"

"Yeah, but every view counts!!!"

"I...I see..."

"You'll understand when you're a writer"

Ketsuya looked away for a moment, then spoke softly.

"I..."

I couldn't quite hear him from his whisper volume.

"Whatcha say? SPEAK FROM THE GUT! LET IT OUT!"

"I do want to be a writer!"

Wait...

"What!?"

"Yeah... I... do wanna be a writer... as well-"

I have him a hard pat on the back and bear-hugged him from behind.

"Awww, Ketsuya, really!? Show me your work sometime ok?"

"Y-yeah... I'm not so confident in my work though..."

Upon hearing that, I started to rub his purple porcupine hair.

"Don't worry about it little bro. Even if the world hates your work, your big sis Asami Ekidachi will love you until the end" I said as I strengthened my grip on him,

"T-thanks... sis... your little bro Ketsuya Ekidachi will be here for you too!"

"AW COME HERE YOU!"

I then hugged him even tighter than before, but strangely enough, he wasn't struggling. In fact, he seemed to be taking it in a rather dangerous way.

"Uh... Ketsuya...? Am I killing you?"

"Nope... in fact this is great practice..."

"Practice for wha-"

Before I could finish my question, Ketsuya grabbed one of my arms, and flicked my tight grip off like it was nothing.

"W-wha!?"

I gave out a short scream, interrupted by another move. Specifically, he held my arm as he spun around, stopped, then threw me over himself onto the soft bed.