égoïste [Akaashi Keiji]

raison #11

"Hey, you make ramen tonight?"

When the door opened with the sound of the lock unlocking, everyone's heads turned to the door, looking towards the new presence. He was speaking in fluent English despite his Asian appearance, which made them conclude that he was Arata, the brother of Shiori.

"Oh, hi!" Arata noticed the group of people studying at the dining table, giving them a friendly wave and a toothy grin. He spoke in Japanese.

Yukie's jaw nearly dropped to the ground when she saw him. Bokuto and Konoha's eyes went wide, and Akaashi held the same nonchalant expression.

Shiori stood up and headed over to Arata quickly, giving him a strong hug, "Arata! Welcome back!" She grinned up at him and let go, punching him lightly in his built chest, "Geez, I forgot how you're so tall!"

Yukie and Bokuto, the ones most affected by the new presence in the house, stared at him in awe.

The manager expected him to be the opposite of now, and Bokuto thought he was just really tall and good looking.

Arata was a lot taller than Shiori and was well built; he was around 189cm, taller than Kuroo from Nekoma, and around Shiratorizawa's Ushijima's height. Surprisingly, he had normal coloured hair, though it was still dyed, but to a light brown. His hair wasn't short nor long and was parted to the side, and he had the same dark chocolate coloured eyes as his sister. He could probably still pass for a university student.

What a nice jawline...Yukie openly stared at him for a long time. So handsome?! She could see the resemblance between Shiori and Arata.

Konoha felt himself become a statue as he looked at Arata. He could pass for a model?!

"This is your brother?!" Bokuto exclaimed loudly, shocked.

Shiori glanced over at Bokuto, stifling a laugh at his reaction. "Yeah, it is." She put her attention back on her brother, "Arata, these are my friends from school." She put out her hand to Akaashi, moving along after to Konoha, Bokuto and Yukie, "This is Akaashi Keiji, Konoha Akinori, Bokuto Koutarou and Yukie Shirofuku."

"Nice to meet you all. I'm Maebara Arata, just call me Arata. I hope Shiori hasn't made you want to fall off a cliff—ow?!" Shiori had stabbed him in the abdomen with a smile on her face, skipping off into the kitchen.

Arata let out a light gasp and grimaced as he held the area where she jabbed.

"Yup, I made ramen, I left some for you so here you go." She placed a bowl of steaming hot ramen onto the kitchen counter. "I'll bring your stuff to parents' room, so eat up first."

"Arata-san, I heard from Shiori that you play volleyball!" Bokuto piped up, feeling his excitement cover his shock.

Arata took the bowl of ramen and took a seat that wasn't taken at the table, smiling as he remembered the familiar scent of delicious homemade ramen. "Yup, I do." He started to eat as Bokuto pegged him question after question, with the others occasionally throwing in a question for themselves.

"Wow, so many questions!" Arata laughed, grinning. "Did Shiori tell you to not hold back?"

Bokuto stopped and apologized quickly, "Sorry if I'm being rude."

"Nah, it's fine. I don't mind." The older male shook his head, slurping some noodles.

"Arata, where are those snacks that you said you were getting?" Shiori called from the bedroom.

He raised his voice a little so she could hear, "Big case!"

Akaashi stared at the older brother; they resembled each other but not so much that you could immediately tell. He was indeed taller than Kuroo, and he had an air of coolness around him, almost like Shiori did when she didn't smile or laugh. Was it a sibling thing?