weeks of evading conversation and months of built-up emotions; hiding, hiding time and time again. that seemed to be all sunny did these past months—past year: hide away in his room. the appearances he made were occasional, usually only when necessary, and even then he was incredibly silent and subdued. he shied away from his sister and his friends.
but that’s okay. sunny was learning to bury himself in distractions. omori and sunny were both learning that sunny was happier when asleep. swords of guilt and spears of sorrow pierced the boys heart at any other time. omori was learning how unfair and cruel the world is. naturally, he decided to take the situation into his own hands.
omori had subtly spent the last week preparing for his move; he decided that perhaps it was better if, well… he could stop at least one source of torment. thus, in the dark of night, omori found his way into the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife he knew they had. he stares at his reflection, admiring the blade; one of the villains—those shadowy monsters—one of them will be gloriously defeated tonight, and everything will be a little better. ( will it be your pathetic excuse of a father? mother? maybe basil? perhaps even you-? )
then, @hikikomari came in at the wrong time. omori tenses his shoulders, gripping the knife handle. she’s unquestionably seen him, no doubt about that. he tilts his head slightly so he can see her in his peripheral.
“ sister. ” omori says blankly, turning a bit to see her better.
“It’s nice to see you up and about, Sunny!” it’s a bit of a stretch to say he’s ‘about’, he’s merely downstairs for once, but she and the mother of the household have been aggressively supportive to Sunny in any small progress he makes.
Is he speaking to her so formally because he hates her? She can’t tell, and is entirely unwilling to prod on such a matter. Since the recital incident, she’s asked nary a question about that day.
“Are you down here for a snack? Your food intake wasn’t very good at all today, no wonder...” She herself goes to get a cup for the water she’d been wanting. “If you wanted, I could make something just for you! Nothing in the fridge right now is very light, I don’t think...Could keep you awake...”
The perfect big sister smiles softly at her little brother, desperate for approval only he has ever withheld.
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