family portrait [5/?]
title: family portrait
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Something hits him, the fact he already knew that he’d never be wearing this while he waits at the end of an aisle for that person who means most to him in the world.
Previous: 01 02 03 04
It's dark outside now, Masuda has long since left after what felt like hours of pleading to him from the hallway. Tegoshi is still sitting there, sobbing against the door, cell phone pressed against his forehead. He needs someone now, almost called Kamenashi, but stopped himself. Kamenashi is too new a friend, too distant from this problem to help him properly. He immediately dialed another number, and now he waits.
There's a soft knock on the door, he scrambles to his feet, not bothering to dry his eyes before he answers it. "Tegoshi?" Shige's eyes are wide as he looks him over. "You look as bad as you sounded on the phone." He starts to cry again, falling into Shige's arms. "Wow, whatever happened, you took it hard." He leads Tegoshi inside, sits him on the bed. "You want to talk about it?"
"Takahisa," he starts, taking a tissue from Shige's outstretched hand. "I made him an adulterer."
"You had sex with him?" Shige's voice isn't judgmental, thankfully.
Tegoshi nods, head down. "I know I should have stopped it but," his breath hitches, "but I wanted him so bad."
"He's married," Shige gets a swift punch to his arm. "You know that, obviously," he says with a nervous laugh.
"He said he's in love with me," Tegoshi blows his nose in the tissue, Shige hands him the box. "And I sent him away."
"That was the right thing to do," Shige rubs his back gently. "You did the right thing."
Of course, Shige is right about that, Tegoshi knows that despite how much it hurt to do. Masuda belongs to Yukari, and it's too late to do anything about it. He's tried to hate her over the time she and Masuda had been dating, but Yukari isn't a bad person. Ever since the day they met, she's been nothing but kind to Tegoshi and it wasn't fair to take - or even want - what's hers.
Shige puts an arm around his shoulders, Tegoshi knows then that calling him was the right decision. He lets him cry into his shoulder, letting everything out. Right now, Masuda is probably at home, sitting in his living room, watching television with his wife, forgetting their admittedly amazing time together. He hopes, even if it's the opposite of what his heart wants.
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"Maybe you should go home, like he wanted."
"Why should I do anything for him?" They have dinner late, eating out of plastic containers found in Tegoshi's tiny refrigerator. He'd stopped crying a while ago, getting through that stage of sadness and self-pity and moving on to anger. Shige just shakes his head.
"Don't think you're doing it for him," he says, dropping an empty container on the table. "Do it for your mom." Tegoshi groans, falls backwards on his bed. "Stop whining. It's not like Massu will be there. He has his own home."
"I'm doing fine on my own."
"Oh, bullshit. You live in a closet and get other people to pay for everything so you can make rent." Tegoshi pouts, propping himself up on his elbows. Shige starts laughing. "That was an educated guess, but it looks like I was right." The laughter quiets when they hear a knock at the door. Tegoshi swings his legs off the bed, gets up to answer it. "Maybe it's Massu coming back to say sorry. Or maybe he wants another go at you."
He says, "Shut up, Shige," but Tegoshi still looks out the peephole nervously as it there's a chance he's right. He's not. He turns back to Shige with an almost arrogant smile when he opens the door, Kamenashi standing on the other side.
"Tegoshi, what's up with you? We were supposed to go check out-" he stops when he spots Shige over his shoulder. "Oh. I didn't know you had company. Why didn't you tell me you had a date?"
"Shige isn't a date."
"You have a hickey," Kamenashi points at his neck. Tegoshi furrows his brow, lips pouting as he slaps a hand over it.
"His date left already," Shige jokes, a pillow gets thrown at his head.
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He can't sleep tonight, not that he really tries to. Shige stays with him, curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, trying to find a position that's comfortable. It doesn't help that it's a particularly bad night, the couple down the hall having another violent argument that Tegoshi had to tell him three times to ignore. At three in the morning, there's a gunshot from outside, sirens blaring not too long after, red and white lights piercing through the thin curtains.
"You're moving out of here," Shige mumbles sleepily from the chair. "Fuck, you can live with me if you really don't want to go home, just get out of here."
"I'm not moving in with you," Tegoshi groans. "I stay out of trouble."
"I foresee you getting yourself raped in the near future."
"That's not funny, Shige."
"I'm not laughing."
The light clicks on, Tegoshi sits up, reluctantly, stares at Shige. He feels defeated. "I really don't think I can look at Takahisa the same anymore."
Shige gets out of the chair, stretches his back with a bit of a grimace across his face before sitting on the bed across from Tegoshi, pats the blankets when they cover his legs. "I wouldn't expect you to."
"If I go home…" his voice trails off, luckily he's with one of the people who he doesn't need to explain things to.
"You're a family." Shige laughs a bit to himself. "Plenty of people have issues with their families. Sure your relationship with Massu might be a little awkward now, but be glad it's not vile hatred." He leans forward. "You don't hate him now, right?"
"No." Tegoshi's eyes fall, staring at the patterns on his blanket. "I'm still in love him."
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Shige takes him home in the morning. His mother bursts into tears and hugs him as soon as he walks through the door, looking him over and asking if he's been eating well. He's not terribly surprised by it all, Tegoshi has always been the baby in the family and their parent - especially his mother - continue to treat him like a doe-eyed innocent boy. His parents thank Shige before he leaves, heading back to do whatever it was Shige did when he was at home. Tegoshi feels lonely when he disappears out the door.
At dinner, he eats some, but more often pokes at his food with a fork, moving it around to make it look like he's eaten more. "Yuya, honey, is something bothering you?" His head snaps up, looking at his mother across the table. He smiles, shakes his head, catching the sight of Masuda's empty chair out of the corner of his eye.
Tegoshi falls asleep that night with a hand down his pants, remembering vividly the way Masuda touched him, the way those lips felt on his skin.
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When he agreed to move back home, he wasn't aware that Masuda comes over at least twice a week for some reason. At first, it was probably because his mother was missing Tegoshi, but it keeps up even now. Worse, he usually brings Yukari along. It's not her, it's the whole situation. Today is just like tat, the two of them sitting around the corner from Tegoshi at the dinner table. Some time over the course of the meal, Yukari turns to him with a smile. "Yuya-kun, you're not seeing anyone, are you?"
He looks up from his plate, notices Masuda do the same. "No, I guess I'm not." He can't help but look at Masuda checking for a reaction.
"A friend of mine from high school just moved here." She turns to Masuda. "I told you about Sayaka, right?" He nods after a moment, starts pushing food around on his plate.
"I was thinking, it would be nice if you two went out or something.
"I don't think Sayaka is right for Yuya," Masuda says seriously.
"Oh, you don't know that," she hits his arm playfully before turning back to Tegoshi. "He's sweet and so cute. It's just not right for him to be alone."
"Yukari," Masuda sighs. "Don't push him."
"I'll go out with her," Tegoshi stares at Masuda when he says it, sees his eyes go wide. "Why not? Since I'm not seeing anyone, right, Taka?"
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It's after midnight, Tegoshi sits alone in the kitchen, an open carton of ice cream sitting in front of him. He felt like an emotional girl whose long-term relationship just ended, seeking solace in frozen dessert. He sucks on the spoon until it's clean before digging out another helping, eyes staring at the wall behind the table, an old family photo hanging on the wall, the four of them on a trip in Okinawa the summer after his second year in high school. They're all smiling, Tegoshi tucked protectively under Masuda's arm. He wants to go back to that, but those days are long gone now, dead and buried.
He and Masuda haven't spoken since dinner. Why he'd seemed so upset with the idea of Tegoshi going out with someone, he couldn't understand. It's not like they were a couple. He had no right to be upset.
The sound of soft footsteps gets slightly louder. "Yuya?" he looks up, blinking in the dark until he can see Masuda's face clearly. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. Sayaka's a nice girl, you two should have fun."
"Why are you still here?" he asks, digging out another spoonful of ice cream. "Go home and get some sleep, Massu."
"Massu?"
"Taka, whatever."
"Yuya," he stares at Tegoshi as he licks the spoon clean, rolling it around on his tongue. "Tesshi."
"Don't Tesshi me," he mumbles.
"Then cut it out."
"I'm not doing anything." Masuda grabs his wrist, tugs the spoon from his hand. "What? You want some?"
Masuda stares at him for a second before nodding, scooping some out for himself, keeping the spoon in his mouth for longer than Tegoshi thinks necessary, placing it on the table when he's done. "Sometimes, I think you shouldn't be allowed to do things like that in front of people."
"My way of eating ice cream disgusts you?" he asks sarcastically.
"No," Masuda grabs the top of the carton, puts it back on. "It's sexy."
"How is it sexy?" Tegoshi laughs, not expecting an answer. He picks up the ice cream, stands to put it back in the freezer, leaning in close to Masuda, flirting with personal boundaries. It's a front, an effort to make it look like the things that have happened between them aren't bothering him anymore. He laughs at Masuda's expression, turning on his heel and walking to the refrigerator.
"Tesshi," he hears Masuda's voice say softly, the sound of one of the chair dragging across the ground. A surprised sound comes out of his mouth when he feels arms wrap loosely around his waist. "Tesshi," he repeats, as if there's something he wants to say, but for whatever reason, can't.
Something inside takes over, something without a sense of logic or morality. He turns around in Masuda's embrace, leans forward until their lips make contact. It's not the right thing to do, but he can't help it, not that he meets much of a fight. They exchange passionate kisses, intimate touches, Masuda pinning his body to the refrigerator, hand slipping below the waist band of Tegoshi's sweat pants. He whispers Masuda's name, a sound somewhere between a gentle sigh and a moan, arms linking behind his neck, kissing with swollen lips and a scrape of teeth. He hears a sound in the hall, thinks nothing of it until the light in the kitchen goes on.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" their mother cries, backing into the wall opposite the door. Masuda backs away from Tegoshi, stumbling into the table, cursing under his breath.
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A few minutes later, they're sitting with their parents in the living room, their father pacing around in front of Masuda, their mother sitting beside Tegoshi on the couch, an arm around him, rubbing his arm gently. "How could you do this Takahisa?" she says in a shaky voice. "My god, you have a wife now."
Masuda starts to say something, but their father cuts him off. "Don't you dare say you're in love with him." Tegoshi feels his mother's arm tighten around him. "I thought we stopped this a long time ago." He blinks at Masuda, already the questions in his head are starting to pile up.
"I was ten," Masuda groans. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to touch him like that."
"Like what?" Tegoshi's question goes unanswered, the only response being his mother's hand stroking his hair.
"You're twenty three," his father's tone reeks of obvious disapproval. "What's your excuse now?"
"I thought we were done worrying about this when you started dating Yukari. You seemed so happy," his mother mumbles, more to herself than anyone else.
"Don't talk to me like it's all my fault, it's not like I was taking advantage of him." Masuda's voice sounds almost unfamiliar, full of anger and frustration. "Ask your precious son how he feels about me. We love each other, don't we, Yuya?" Tegoshi meets Masuda's eyes across the room, a small, involuntary smile crossing his lips.
Their father slaps Masuda on his cheek. "Do not say that. He's your brother. Don't you remember-"
"Yeah, I remember," Masuda snaps, cutting him off.
Tegoshi tries to pull himself away from his mother, her hand clamped around his arm almost painfully tight. "What is he talking about?" he asks in Masuda's direction. He opens his mouth as if to answer, but his father smacks his head.
"Don’t look at him, Takahisa. I don't want to imagine the things that go through your head when you look at him."
"Oh, stop treating him like a kid!" Masuda yells, a surprising reaction to everyone else.
Their mother's voice is frantic. "Maybe if you would learn to control yourself-"
"I can control myself!" Tegoshi doesn't complete agree with that claim.
"What was happening in the kitchen was not control, Takahisa."
"He looked like he liked it, didn't he?" It was true, he did and he almost says it. But just like every other time, he misses the chance.
"Yuya, go to bed," their father almost orders. Tegoshi pouts his lips, pulls his knees to his chest, he's not planning on going anywhere. "Dear." His mother grabs his arm, pulls him awkwardly off the couch. As soon as Masuda is out of his view, he hears a sound, flesh making contact with flesh, a quiet whimper.
Tegoshi feels his eyes well up. "It's my fault, mom," he tries to say through the tears. "I love Taka, I do. Make dad stop. I started it, Taka doesn't-"
She stays quiet, leads him into his room, makes him climb into bed. He sees a wetness in he eyes when the light catches them. She kisses his forehead before heading back to the door. Tegoshi hear her mumble something quietly, under her breath. "Why did it have to be him?"
He hears Masuda's voice outside soon after his door is closed, gets out of bed to look out the window, just in time to see their father make him get in the car. It's probably for the best, Tegoshi tells himself. But anything that's for the best always seems to break his heart.
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I had to rewrite so much of this chapter so it would come close to my ridiculous standards XD chap 6 will take longer than planned because I hated 99% of it and have to start over :x
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Something hits him, the fact he already knew that he’d never be wearing this while he waits at the end of an aisle for that person who means most to him in the world.
Previous: 01 02 03 04
It's dark outside now, Masuda has long since left after what felt like hours of pleading to him from the hallway. Tegoshi is still sitting there, sobbing against the door, cell phone pressed against his forehead. He needs someone now, almost called Kamenashi, but stopped himself. Kamenashi is too new a friend, too distant from this problem to help him properly. He immediately dialed another number, and now he waits.
There's a soft knock on the door, he scrambles to his feet, not bothering to dry his eyes before he answers it. "Tegoshi?" Shige's eyes are wide as he looks him over. "You look as bad as you sounded on the phone." He starts to cry again, falling into Shige's arms. "Wow, whatever happened, you took it hard." He leads Tegoshi inside, sits him on the bed. "You want to talk about it?"
"Takahisa," he starts, taking a tissue from Shige's outstretched hand. "I made him an adulterer."
"You had sex with him?" Shige's voice isn't judgmental, thankfully.
Tegoshi nods, head down. "I know I should have stopped it but," his breath hitches, "but I wanted him so bad."
"He's married," Shige gets a swift punch to his arm. "You know that, obviously," he says with a nervous laugh.
"He said he's in love with me," Tegoshi blows his nose in the tissue, Shige hands him the box. "And I sent him away."
"That was the right thing to do," Shige rubs his back gently. "You did the right thing."
Of course, Shige is right about that, Tegoshi knows that despite how much it hurt to do. Masuda belongs to Yukari, and it's too late to do anything about it. He's tried to hate her over the time she and Masuda had been dating, but Yukari isn't a bad person. Ever since the day they met, she's been nothing but kind to Tegoshi and it wasn't fair to take - or even want - what's hers.
Shige puts an arm around his shoulders, Tegoshi knows then that calling him was the right decision. He lets him cry into his shoulder, letting everything out. Right now, Masuda is probably at home, sitting in his living room, watching television with his wife, forgetting their admittedly amazing time together. He hopes, even if it's the opposite of what his heart wants.
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"Maybe you should go home, like he wanted."
"Why should I do anything for him?" They have dinner late, eating out of plastic containers found in Tegoshi's tiny refrigerator. He'd stopped crying a while ago, getting through that stage of sadness and self-pity and moving on to anger. Shige just shakes his head.
"Don't think you're doing it for him," he says, dropping an empty container on the table. "Do it for your mom." Tegoshi groans, falls backwards on his bed. "Stop whining. It's not like Massu will be there. He has his own home."
"I'm doing fine on my own."
"Oh, bullshit. You live in a closet and get other people to pay for everything so you can make rent." Tegoshi pouts, propping himself up on his elbows. Shige starts laughing. "That was an educated guess, but it looks like I was right." The laughter quiets when they hear a knock at the door. Tegoshi swings his legs off the bed, gets up to answer it. "Maybe it's Massu coming back to say sorry. Or maybe he wants another go at you."
He says, "Shut up, Shige," but Tegoshi still looks out the peephole nervously as it there's a chance he's right. He's not. He turns back to Shige with an almost arrogant smile when he opens the door, Kamenashi standing on the other side.
"Tegoshi, what's up with you? We were supposed to go check out-" he stops when he spots Shige over his shoulder. "Oh. I didn't know you had company. Why didn't you tell me you had a date?"
"Shige isn't a date."
"You have a hickey," Kamenashi points at his neck. Tegoshi furrows his brow, lips pouting as he slaps a hand over it.
"His date left already," Shige jokes, a pillow gets thrown at his head.
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He can't sleep tonight, not that he really tries to. Shige stays with him, curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, trying to find a position that's comfortable. It doesn't help that it's a particularly bad night, the couple down the hall having another violent argument that Tegoshi had to tell him three times to ignore. At three in the morning, there's a gunshot from outside, sirens blaring not too long after, red and white lights piercing through the thin curtains.
"You're moving out of here," Shige mumbles sleepily from the chair. "Fuck, you can live with me if you really don't want to go home, just get out of here."
"I'm not moving in with you," Tegoshi groans. "I stay out of trouble."
"I foresee you getting yourself raped in the near future."
"That's not funny, Shige."
"I'm not laughing."
The light clicks on, Tegoshi sits up, reluctantly, stares at Shige. He feels defeated. "I really don't think I can look at Takahisa the same anymore."
Shige gets out of the chair, stretches his back with a bit of a grimace across his face before sitting on the bed across from Tegoshi, pats the blankets when they cover his legs. "I wouldn't expect you to."
"If I go home…" his voice trails off, luckily he's with one of the people who he doesn't need to explain things to.
"You're a family." Shige laughs a bit to himself. "Plenty of people have issues with their families. Sure your relationship with Massu might be a little awkward now, but be glad it's not vile hatred." He leans forward. "You don't hate him now, right?"
"No." Tegoshi's eyes fall, staring at the patterns on his blanket. "I'm still in love him."
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Shige takes him home in the morning. His mother bursts into tears and hugs him as soon as he walks through the door, looking him over and asking if he's been eating well. He's not terribly surprised by it all, Tegoshi has always been the baby in the family and their parent - especially his mother - continue to treat him like a doe-eyed innocent boy. His parents thank Shige before he leaves, heading back to do whatever it was Shige did when he was at home. Tegoshi feels lonely when he disappears out the door.
At dinner, he eats some, but more often pokes at his food with a fork, moving it around to make it look like he's eaten more. "Yuya, honey, is something bothering you?" His head snaps up, looking at his mother across the table. He smiles, shakes his head, catching the sight of Masuda's empty chair out of the corner of his eye.
Tegoshi falls asleep that night with a hand down his pants, remembering vividly the way Masuda touched him, the way those lips felt on his skin.
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When he agreed to move back home, he wasn't aware that Masuda comes over at least twice a week for some reason. At first, it was probably because his mother was missing Tegoshi, but it keeps up even now. Worse, he usually brings Yukari along. It's not her, it's the whole situation. Today is just like tat, the two of them sitting around the corner from Tegoshi at the dinner table. Some time over the course of the meal, Yukari turns to him with a smile. "Yuya-kun, you're not seeing anyone, are you?"
He looks up from his plate, notices Masuda do the same. "No, I guess I'm not." He can't help but look at Masuda checking for a reaction.
"A friend of mine from high school just moved here." She turns to Masuda. "I told you about Sayaka, right?" He nods after a moment, starts pushing food around on his plate.
"I was thinking, it would be nice if you two went out or something.
"I don't think Sayaka is right for Yuya," Masuda says seriously.
"Oh, you don't know that," she hits his arm playfully before turning back to Tegoshi. "He's sweet and so cute. It's just not right for him to be alone."
"Yukari," Masuda sighs. "Don't push him."
"I'll go out with her," Tegoshi stares at Masuda when he says it, sees his eyes go wide. "Why not? Since I'm not seeing anyone, right, Taka?"
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It's after midnight, Tegoshi sits alone in the kitchen, an open carton of ice cream sitting in front of him. He felt like an emotional girl whose long-term relationship just ended, seeking solace in frozen dessert. He sucks on the spoon until it's clean before digging out another helping, eyes staring at the wall behind the table, an old family photo hanging on the wall, the four of them on a trip in Okinawa the summer after his second year in high school. They're all smiling, Tegoshi tucked protectively under Masuda's arm. He wants to go back to that, but those days are long gone now, dead and buried.
He and Masuda haven't spoken since dinner. Why he'd seemed so upset with the idea of Tegoshi going out with someone, he couldn't understand. It's not like they were a couple. He had no right to be upset.
The sound of soft footsteps gets slightly louder. "Yuya?" he looks up, blinking in the dark until he can see Masuda's face clearly. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. Sayaka's a nice girl, you two should have fun."
"Why are you still here?" he asks, digging out another spoonful of ice cream. "Go home and get some sleep, Massu."
"Massu?"
"Taka, whatever."
"Yuya," he stares at Tegoshi as he licks the spoon clean, rolling it around on his tongue. "Tesshi."
"Don't Tesshi me," he mumbles.
"Then cut it out."
"I'm not doing anything." Masuda grabs his wrist, tugs the spoon from his hand. "What? You want some?"
Masuda stares at him for a second before nodding, scooping some out for himself, keeping the spoon in his mouth for longer than Tegoshi thinks necessary, placing it on the table when he's done. "Sometimes, I think you shouldn't be allowed to do things like that in front of people."
"My way of eating ice cream disgusts you?" he asks sarcastically.
"No," Masuda grabs the top of the carton, puts it back on. "It's sexy."
"How is it sexy?" Tegoshi laughs, not expecting an answer. He picks up the ice cream, stands to put it back in the freezer, leaning in close to Masuda, flirting with personal boundaries. It's a front, an effort to make it look like the things that have happened between them aren't bothering him anymore. He laughs at Masuda's expression, turning on his heel and walking to the refrigerator.
"Tesshi," he hears Masuda's voice say softly, the sound of one of the chair dragging across the ground. A surprised sound comes out of his mouth when he feels arms wrap loosely around his waist. "Tesshi," he repeats, as if there's something he wants to say, but for whatever reason, can't.
Something inside takes over, something without a sense of logic or morality. He turns around in Masuda's embrace, leans forward until their lips make contact. It's not the right thing to do, but he can't help it, not that he meets much of a fight. They exchange passionate kisses, intimate touches, Masuda pinning his body to the refrigerator, hand slipping below the waist band of Tegoshi's sweat pants. He whispers Masuda's name, a sound somewhere between a gentle sigh and a moan, arms linking behind his neck, kissing with swollen lips and a scrape of teeth. He hears a sound in the hall, thinks nothing of it until the light in the kitchen goes on.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" their mother cries, backing into the wall opposite the door. Masuda backs away from Tegoshi, stumbling into the table, cursing under his breath.
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A few minutes later, they're sitting with their parents in the living room, their father pacing around in front of Masuda, their mother sitting beside Tegoshi on the couch, an arm around him, rubbing his arm gently. "How could you do this Takahisa?" she says in a shaky voice. "My god, you have a wife now."
Masuda starts to say something, but their father cuts him off. "Don't you dare say you're in love with him." Tegoshi feels his mother's arm tighten around him. "I thought we stopped this a long time ago." He blinks at Masuda, already the questions in his head are starting to pile up.
"I was ten," Masuda groans. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to touch him like that."
"Like what?" Tegoshi's question goes unanswered, the only response being his mother's hand stroking his hair.
"You're twenty three," his father's tone reeks of obvious disapproval. "What's your excuse now?"
"I thought we were done worrying about this when you started dating Yukari. You seemed so happy," his mother mumbles, more to herself than anyone else.
"Don't talk to me like it's all my fault, it's not like I was taking advantage of him." Masuda's voice sounds almost unfamiliar, full of anger and frustration. "Ask your precious son how he feels about me. We love each other, don't we, Yuya?" Tegoshi meets Masuda's eyes across the room, a small, involuntary smile crossing his lips.
Their father slaps Masuda on his cheek. "Do not say that. He's your brother. Don't you remember-"
"Yeah, I remember," Masuda snaps, cutting him off.
Tegoshi tries to pull himself away from his mother, her hand clamped around his arm almost painfully tight. "What is he talking about?" he asks in Masuda's direction. He opens his mouth as if to answer, but his father smacks his head.
"Don’t look at him, Takahisa. I don't want to imagine the things that go through your head when you look at him."
"Oh, stop treating him like a kid!" Masuda yells, a surprising reaction to everyone else.
Their mother's voice is frantic. "Maybe if you would learn to control yourself-"
"I can control myself!" Tegoshi doesn't complete agree with that claim.
"What was happening in the kitchen was not control, Takahisa."
"He looked like he liked it, didn't he?" It was true, he did and he almost says it. But just like every other time, he misses the chance.
"Yuya, go to bed," their father almost orders. Tegoshi pouts his lips, pulls his knees to his chest, he's not planning on going anywhere. "Dear." His mother grabs his arm, pulls him awkwardly off the couch. As soon as Masuda is out of his view, he hears a sound, flesh making contact with flesh, a quiet whimper.
Tegoshi feels his eyes well up. "It's my fault, mom," he tries to say through the tears. "I love Taka, I do. Make dad stop. I started it, Taka doesn't-"
She stays quiet, leads him into his room, makes him climb into bed. He sees a wetness in he eyes when the light catches them. She kisses his forehead before heading back to the door. Tegoshi hear her mumble something quietly, under her breath. "Why did it have to be him?"
He hears Masuda's voice outside soon after his door is closed, gets out of bed to look out the window, just in time to see their father make him get in the car. It's probably for the best, Tegoshi tells himself. But anything that's for the best always seems to break his heart.
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I had to rewrite so much of this chapter so it would come close to my ridiculous standards XD chap 6 will take longer than planned because I hated 99% of it and have to start over :x