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maybe he had hurt me bad (but a brother is a brother and that is that)

Summary:

You're frozen, socks dug into comfortable carpet as you watch your brother sob on the floor. The golden hallway light illuminates his back, and your hand grips the doorknob tighter as you hear him sniffle. Your eyebrows furrow, whether with confusion or sadness, you do not know.

 

or, a first-person vignette i wrote about the scene where tsukishima opens a door to see his brother crying, from tsukishima's perspective.

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this was actually written a bit ago but i forgot to post it on here lmao sorry it's so short ^^ hope you like it :D and yes i wrote this in the homestuck style what of it /j

title is from powerful man by alex g ^^

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Your name is Tsukishima Kei and you're 12 years old when you watch your older brother sob on the floor over a sports club.

His sniffles are loud to your ears and his shoulders shudder as his teardrops splash onto the carpet. The hallway light is on behind you, shadowing you and casting your brother's back in a spotlight as you watch him cry. Your hand twitches at your side, your other hand still touching the silver doorknob, and you can't move. Your socks dig in to the carpet, and your leg jolts in a failed attempt to take a step forward. Your older brother hunches over himself, clutching a sports jersey to his chest tightly with a white-knuckled hold as he sobs.

'It's only volleyball,' a loud thought drifts across your mind, rippling, as you stare at him silently. '..Why is he crying?'

Your head tilts slightly, before you take a step, then another. Your brother stills at the sound of your padding footsteps. He does not dare to turn and look at you. You're sure if he did, the tearstains on his cheek would shine in the hallway light.

You take another step forward, before you get on your knees next to him, at his side. You hesitate, pause, before putting your head on his shoulder in an attempt at comfort. He doesn't move for a moment, silent, before he sniffles once more and his shoulders begin to shake.

He turns suddenly and wraps his arms around you in a tight hold, crying as sniffles escape him. You are still, but then your head hangs low, resting on his shoulder as your arms slowly raise to wrap around him. Your glasses adjust awkwardly with the motion, one lense now raised. His teardrops fall on your shirt, but you don't care.

The carpet against your knees is a little uncomfortable, digging patterns into the skin, but your brother's arms are around you and your head is on his shoulder and even though you don't get why he's crying, a small, quiet sniffle escapes you as your eyes sting.

You breathe, the smell of old rubber wafting through the air as you spot your brother's old volleyball drift across the floor. You hear your brother's shaky breaths, and your arms tighten around him.

Your brother's old sports jersey lies dropped on the floor beside you two.

 

You do not glance at it even once.

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thank you for reading!! feel free to leave a kudos or a comment, it would make me smile (no pressure though!!) :D