Kuroko No Harem Yaoi

Mayuzumi X Kuroko

(A/N: Did I mention That I'm a Mayukuro Die Hard fan)

"Mayuzumi-”

"Chihiro."

Kuroko sighed. And tried again.

"Ma-"

"If you aren't going to learn to call your big brother with his first name, then we won't talk."

Kuroko felt compelled to smack the older teen's head. Startled by his own thought, he winced at the sudden impulse of violence. This was not good. He was treading towards a dangerous zone.

"That kind of thing takes time." He tried to amend, and judging by the sudden stillness in the room, it was the wrong thing to say. He risked a quick glance at Mayuzumi-san. The ash-haired teen was sitting at the other side of the room, on top of his bed. His left leg touched the floor, and the other propped up his arm.

The younger boy looked away from the other's burning gaze. It felt as if Mayuzumi-san was trying to get through him with his stare alone.

"Three months." The moonlight that poured in from the translucent window made him feel a bit calmer about the situation. He knew Mayuzumi-san would not raise a single hand against him, but the darkness seemed to encourage him to do so. He entwined his clammy hands together. The atmosphere was drowning him, close.

He raised both of his feet and scooted closer to the wall. His bed creaked at the movement. He could feel Mayuzumi-san's stare as he did so.

"We've been sleeping in this room for three months as brothers."

His voice was no longer coated with the cold fury that made him think of his father. He breathed in the air softly, carefully, afraid to break the fragile glass between them. He folded his knees closer and buried his face into them.

"It's still too early." He tried again.

For a few short seconds, the only noise he could hear was the crickets down in their lawn. Their mother and father were fast asleep in the room three doors away from their's. To be perfectly honest, Kuroko was inclined to follow their example and later endure the awkward breakfast in the morning. There was nothing worse than this. Guilt was leeching on him, and his mind was not being helpful by trying to send him into a suicidal guilt trip.

Mayuzumi-san sighed deeply, his eyes no longer trying to bore a hole into Kuroko. The older boy threw his head back as he closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow's the first day of your second year at Teiko. Will you be okay? Are you sure you don't want me to-"

"Mayuzumi-san." Kuroko cut his older brother off. Mayuzumi-san looked at him and pressed his lips into a thin line. Kuroko allowed himself to smile.

"You need to catch the train to Kyoto tomorrow at 7:30. There's no way you can drop me off. I'll see you off though."

Mayuzumi-san's grey eyes seemed to brighten up at the arrangement.

XXX

"I hate Kyoto."

Kuroko stared at the older teen with his deadpanned eyes. Mayuzumi half-glared in defiance.

"Mayuzumi-san, please don't be a child. This will be your first time staying in dorms. I'm quite worried. Don't make trouble for your seniors."

"Tetsuya," Mayuzumi said with a strain. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you?"

The younger brother stared up at the older one. Mayuzumi rolled his eyes. He grabbed hold of his stroller's handle and fixed his homemade scarf. The fabric was soft. The pattern and color seemed to complement him perfectly. The length reached his hips.