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Brotherhood
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Unsui, Agon
Summary: A sequel to this fic. Unsui tries to be a good older brother.
When Unsui came home after the Deimon game, the house was empty and silent apart from the sound of the shower running. This didn’t surprise him at all; their parents had a habit of absenting themselves whenever Agon was in one of his moods. Unsui had never been able to work out whether they were afraid of their younger son, or simply very determined to ignore his faults.
The bathroom door was unlocked, partly open in fact, a small cloud of steam streaming out and slicking the woodwork around it. Unsui decided to take that as an invitation. After all, if the family’s resident genius had wanted privacy, he should be able to work out how to turn a key.
The attempt to work himself back up into anger lasted only until he was actually inside. Agon turned his back on him in a split second, but not before Unsui could see the bruise, swollen and purple from his jaw to the orbit of his eye. “I’m in the fucking shower, Unsui. Leave me alone.”
His own name, not the hateful nickname that Agon had taken to using in the last months, but Unsui still winced. It reminded him too much of the looks in his teammates’ eyes earlier, in the Deimon players’ when he led his own team across the field to bow and concede defeat and say a few platitudes about good game and next year, and necessary or not it still felt sick to him that everyone seemed to respect him more after he’d punched his little brother in the face -
He didn’t like the idea of going away either. He stepped forward instead, into the hot spray, wrapped his arms tightly around Agon and buried his nails in the skin on his brother’s chest. Nothing to stop Agon from shrugging him off if he wanted, but he’d hurt himself doing it - even if it was only his body - and Unsui felt that was the least he was owed.
He stood like that for long minutes, with the water soaking his clothes and Agon tense in his arms, trying to convince himself the lack of a punch or a “fuck off” meant Agon was in the mood to accept affection. Either way, it seemed it would be up to him to do the talking.
“I won’t say I’m sorry.” He was, of course, but mostly for not doing it sooner. “You’d have done something - “ crazy or wrong or vicious had all become increasingly meaningless in Agon-speak, or at least given a meaning so far from the general usage that Unsui shrank from using them. “Ill-advised,” he finished eventually, feeling like a little schoolteacher for even taking that word in his mouth.
“So - that - was for my good? Come on! I could’ve taken them!”
“Which them is that?” Unsui shot back. “Our team? Hiruma’s? Stadium security?! When are you going to realize you can’t take on the whole world on your own - “
Afterward, he always wished Agon would’ve said something bitter. Something on the lines of “I’ll have to, won’t I?” that Unsui could’ve met with reassurance that they were still brothers, that just because he couldn’t let Agon lash out at random didn’t mean he didn’t love him.
He’d never wanted Agon to turn around - and in the end Unsui let his arms drop - or to see the grin that spread across that bruised face. “That’s where you’re wrong. You never get it, do you? Nobody can touch me.” And then Agon was walking away, and for once it didn’t matter if there had been a not even you or an especially not you in his eyes.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Unsui, Agon
Summary: A sequel to this fic. Unsui tries to be a good older brother.
When Unsui came home after the Deimon game, the house was empty and silent apart from the sound of the shower running. This didn’t surprise him at all; their parents had a habit of absenting themselves whenever Agon was in one of his moods. Unsui had never been able to work out whether they were afraid of their younger son, or simply very determined to ignore his faults.
The bathroom door was unlocked, partly open in fact, a small cloud of steam streaming out and slicking the woodwork around it. Unsui decided to take that as an invitation. After all, if the family’s resident genius had wanted privacy, he should be able to work out how to turn a key.
The attempt to work himself back up into anger lasted only until he was actually inside. Agon turned his back on him in a split second, but not before Unsui could see the bruise, swollen and purple from his jaw to the orbit of his eye. “I’m in the fucking shower, Unsui. Leave me alone.”
His own name, not the hateful nickname that Agon had taken to using in the last months, but Unsui still winced. It reminded him too much of the looks in his teammates’ eyes earlier, in the Deimon players’ when he led his own team across the field to bow and concede defeat and say a few platitudes about good game and next year, and necessary or not it still felt sick to him that everyone seemed to respect him more after he’d punched his little brother in the face -
He didn’t like the idea of going away either. He stepped forward instead, into the hot spray, wrapped his arms tightly around Agon and buried his nails in the skin on his brother’s chest. Nothing to stop Agon from shrugging him off if he wanted, but he’d hurt himself doing it - even if it was only his body - and Unsui felt that was the least he was owed.
He stood like that for long minutes, with the water soaking his clothes and Agon tense in his arms, trying to convince himself the lack of a punch or a “fuck off” meant Agon was in the mood to accept affection. Either way, it seemed it would be up to him to do the talking.
“I won’t say I’m sorry.” He was, of course, but mostly for not doing it sooner. “You’d have done something - “ crazy or wrong or vicious had all become increasingly meaningless in Agon-speak, or at least given a meaning so far from the general usage that Unsui shrank from using them. “Ill-advised,” he finished eventually, feeling like a little schoolteacher for even taking that word in his mouth.
“So - that - was for my good? Come on! I could’ve taken them!”
“Which them is that?” Unsui shot back. “Our team? Hiruma’s? Stadium security?! When are you going to realize you can’t take on the whole world on your own - “
Afterward, he always wished Agon would’ve said something bitter. Something on the lines of “I’ll have to, won’t I?” that Unsui could’ve met with reassurance that they were still brothers, that just because he couldn’t let Agon lash out at random didn’t mean he didn’t love him.
He’d never wanted Agon to turn around - and in the end Unsui let his arms drop - or to see the grin that spread across that bruised face. “That’s where you’re wrong. You never get it, do you? Nobody can touch me.” And then Agon was walking away, and for once it didn’t matter if there had been a not even you or an especially not you in his eyes.