And maybe one day, he can answer his own questions over some flowers and tea.
A/N: An angst a day keeps my writer block away. No seriously, this Ratio fanart rekindled my writing spirits (and technically my first post here ever?) I have other WIPs on the way guys dw 🫶
Warning: OOC!Dr. Ratio, Im still getting used to writing this guy ToT
Being friends with one of the Aedes Brothers means receiving two bonuses.
➵ Notes; modern au, OOC (?), siblings au!
➵ 2.5k words.
➵ Warnings; talks about moving away, mention of anxiety.
To begin this tale, let’s recall your background—
You were a child, just about to reach early adolescence, when your family moved into an apartment building. It’s located near your dad’s office building, so your family doesn't have to worry about transportation fees anymore. Although the problem lies with your inability to cope with anxiety. Back then; the sight of boxes, your bedroom being stripped of furniture, giant trucks parked at the front of your old home, had left you with a whirlwind inside your chest.
In an attempt to self-soothe, you’d follow your parents around as they talk with the moving company. You barely understood what they’re saying, which pushed you to constantly ask questions despite them assuring you to go play while they handle business.
Admittedly, you were bumped by the whole thing. Throughout the whole process, you’re either stuck in the car with your plush toys and books or walking around your eerily empty home.
And your first reaction to the apartment was… not great. Your parents tried their best to cheer you up, taking you around the building to visit the indoor play area and the connected mall below. If you could go back in time, you’d really like to give a good scolding to your child-self.
Growing up, you’d realize that jobs are harder to both maintain and find. For your sake, your dad was willing to move you all to another city just so he’d still be able to work and provide more efficiently. While your mom may not be a working woman, she certainly contributes significantly too. If it weren’t for her, you’d never find your passion in photography. Before marrying your dad, your mom used to be a freelance photographer and now she hands that crown over to you.
Both of your parents did their best in raising you. They’re not perfect, far from it. But you never doubted the love they hold for you.
Now that we know your background, let’s recall your first meeting with the Aedes Brothers—
The first one you meet was the oldest brother, Khaos.
Once you’ve grown accustomed to your new home, you form a new schedule for yourself: A mandatory visit to the outdoor courtyard.
It's located on the giant bridge connecting the two apartment buildings. You’d head there with your mom once the sun begins to paint the world around you in this warm shade of orange.
With your mom’s camera in hand, she’d let you roam around taking pictures of plants and the wooden playground structure while she sits nearby, conversing with the other parents around. There’s one lady she likes talking to the most.
Naturally, when you were a child, you didn’t recall her name but the most eye-catching feature about her is the woman's beautiful white hair, usually tied into a braid.
Because of that, you'd refer to her as the ‘Snow Hair Lady’—although your mom warned you not to call her by that title, even if she laughed a little when you referred to her as such.
According to your mom, she has three sons and brings them to the courtyard to play before dinner. Even as a child, it was clear your mom was attempting to usher you to try being friends with that lady’s sons. But you didn’t even know what they looked like back then!
During one of your visits, the Snow Hair lady—her real name being Audata, but you’ve grown used to calling her Auntie—had brought one of her sons who was clutching her dress in an attempt to hide himself behind her figure.
Auntie Audata explained that this is her oldest son, he doesn’t like going out often but she didn’t want to constantly leave him behind in their apartment, so she decided to bring him along. Hoping he’d loosen up and try to socialize like his younger brothers.
But… it seems pretty apparent to you; he does not want to be here.
It took convincing from both his mom and yours to finally get him to at least introduce himself—though, you wouldn't call it an introduction. He was simply staring at the ground while clutching his oversized hoodie. But he was facing you, so at least there was progress there.
“His name is Khaos,” his mom said, gently patting his back. “He's a little shy but he really likes playing video games.”
Your mom chimed in, nudging you closer to the boy despite your hesitation. “She likes video games too! What do you play, Khaos? maybe the two of you could play together.”
The boy—Khaos, stays quiet for a moment. His hands are fidgeting the end of his hoodie. From up close, you could see the birthmark on his left eye and the soft violet hues of his irises. The first impression you had of him was how pretty his pale lashes are.
Eventually, with a nudge from his mom, Khaos uttered out the game he likes playing the most and you happen to also play it. What a lucky coincidence!
The moment you heard his answer, any hesitations you had suddenly washed away as you asked him many, many, questions. Much to both of your moms' delight, he answered each one even if quietly but you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he shared the same joy as you do.
From then on, you'd visit his apartment—which turns out to be a few doors beside yours—just to play video games in his room.
These visits began happening when you were in elementary, they also lead to the introductions with one of his little brothers—
The middle child’s name is Khaslana, he'd always be stationed on the couch each time Khaos brings you through the threshold while heading to his room. You never really talked to him, but you noticed that he watches the same show as you do. When you brought it up to Khaos, he said something along the lines of his little brother watching whatever show is recommended on the screen.
Still, you wanted to at least try talking to Khaslana.
Which is better said than done.
The boy always looks so.. Angry? No, wait, more like irritated. And you've come to notice that his frown deepens with each visit. He also doubles the TV volume to the point where you're able to hear it from Khaos’ room. This leads to your friend having to pause the game and head to the living room, just to scold his brother.
You felt.. Guilty. Maybe you were disturbing his time with his older brother? You've been hanging around in their apartment so many times, so you're most likely to be bothering him.
But that speculation is quickly erased once your friend returns.
“Khaslana is just trying to get your attention.” Khaos claims in his usual monotone voice as he shuts the door behind him.
You were obviously taken aback. Staring at Khaos’ face for any signs of lies, only to find that he is absolutely serious.
“.. Then why does he—”
Khaos cuts you off and returns to sit beside you on the carpet, “I told him about the show, the one you said you liked, turns out he’s a fan of it too.” He shifts slightly in his seat. "He's just too shy to ask you about it.”
At least now you know they're really related.
“Well,” you adjusts your sitting position to lean closer against Khaos as he begins the game once more. “how about inviting him to join us? We'll play games together and talk about the show.”
Your suggestions causes Khaos to halt, his fingers no longer moving on the controller. For a moment you see the cogs turning in his head, as if he's contemplating.
Then, he shakes his head. “No.” Before resuming the game.
“Why not?” You ask, despite having your attention pulled back on the screen, watching pixels moving along the digital world.
“.. Because I want to hangout with you right now. He'll get his chance to talk to you later." On the surface, Khaos seems to be the reserved type and he is! But once you pass through his silent barrier, you'd be pleasantly surprised by how honest he is about his feelings. Hence why you rarely ever fight him.
Accepting his reasoning with a nod, you're both pulled back into the game right as you begin hearing the faint noise coming from the living room TV.
Now, the only one left is the youngest brother, who—according to Khaos—cannot stay still for more than five minutes.
It was another day of hanging out in Khaos’ bedroom, but this time you have another member—Khaslana. The blonde boy is settled on the edge of his older brother’s bed as he watches the two of you play on Khaos’ gaming console.
While he admits that he’s not as good at games as his older brother, he really likes watching others game play. Successfully soothing your worry of possibly making him feel excluded.
“Why did you do that?” Khaslana asked after taking note of Khaos’ odd action, curiously looking over to his older brother.
Khaos grunts, “Because I can.” not bothering to take his eyes off the screen.
You stifled a laugh as you caught the sight of Khaslana shooting a stingy glare over at Khaos, which he ignores completely in favor of calling for you to help him with something in-game.
The room is filled with small talk, mostly between you and Khaslana making references to the show you both watched with what’s happening on screen (much to Khaos’ dismay), but a sense of foreboding begins once you all hear the faint sounds of footsteps followed by a loud bark.
You’ve heard about their family dog, a samoyed with a permanent smile on his face, and the name for their puppy is Snowy. Fitting his fluffy white fur. Although, his personality does not fit the compound he is named after.
Khaos looks like he’s grimacing over the return of his youngest brother as footsteps become louder and harder to ignore.
Khaslana remains relaxed on the bed, having accepted his younger brother’s tendency to make his approach known to everyone.
Then—
Khaos’ bedroom door swings open with a loud thud.
You can faintly hear Auntie Audata yelling from the kitchen, warning Phainon about kicking doors open. Especially his brother's.
“Sorry, mom!” said boy shouts into the Hall before fully stepping inside his oldest brother's room and by his side is his partner in crime; Snowy. Samoyed's tail wagging intensely, happy to be around his friends.
Phainon looks around Khaos’ room, his eyes landing onto your figure as he tilts his head to the side. “A new face.” He mutters, followed by a bark from Snowy.
And, like most children, he points at you while looking at his two older brothers. “Who's this?” Much to Khaos annoyance and Khaslana's silent amusement.
“Nunya,” Khaos mumbles, being forced to pause his game in favor of answering his youngest brother's question.
“Hey! I used that joke first!”
“Congrats, you want a cookie for that?” Khaslana snickers as Snowy saunters forward, heading towards him with a happy grin. He raises a palm, already brushing through the puppy's pristine fur.
“Get out of my room. Including you, Khaslana.” Khaos grunts, shooting a glare at his two brothers. Which neither of them take seriously.
“Mom said I can join you,” Phainon trespasses further into the room with a purposeful slow stride, just to tick his brother off even more. “She's frying chicken bits right now and you—!” he jabs a finger towards his brother. “You never told me you have friends!”
There's a beat of silence—
Before Khaslana snorted in effort of holding back a cackle, you didn't bother to hide the grin on your face as your shoulders shook from uncontained laughter.
And Khaos? He'a contemplating whether aiming the console at Phainon's head is worth the hospital bill and mom's scolding.
Phainon shifts his gaze to you, his deep blue eyes examining you up and down. As if confirming that you're, indeed, a real living person and not a robot manufactured to play with his oldest brother.
Once he's confirmed this, he nods approvingly. “Okay, she's real, Snowy come look!” He waves the puppy over.
Snowy leaves Khaslana’s arms in order to approach you, beady eyes staring you down as he pressed his snot against your clothes. You held back a laugh at the ticklish feel as the puppy did his sniff check.
Once he's satisfied, he lets out a joyous bark as if welcoming you to his pack. Before you could hold yourself back, you lift a hand and brush through the fur on his head. The feeling is otherworldly, as if you're touching clouds—maybe this is the closest feeling?
Snowy accepts the head pats by nuzzling his snot against your palm, requesting for more and you're more than happy to indulge.
While you're busy with the puppy, Phainon takes his seat on your other side (one side is already taken by Khaos). “What's your name? I'm Phainon!” he introduced himself with a grin.
You gave him your name and he tested the words on his tongue, before his attention shifted over to his brothers—specifically the one attempting to burn a hole into his head with his eyes alone. “So, what are we playing?” he states pointedly at the console in Khaos’ hands.
He doesn't bother answering, only giving a huff before resuming the game. Successfully pulling your attention away from Snowy and towards the screen.
Phainon visibly puffs his cheeks at being blatantly ignored by him, but doesn't complain loudly—yet.
And just like that, chatters continue on—now with two new guests chiming in. While you'd make references with Khaslana, Phainon would attempt to follow along. Despite never having watched the show.
“Oh, he looks like that guy!” Phainon points at a random character on the screen. Then he looks over at you, “am i right?”
Khaos raised a brow, but didn't bother intervening. Khaslana holds back the urge to eye roll, but he shifts on the bed over to the side where Phainon's leaning. “You don't even watch the show.” he points out before ruffling his already messed up locks.
“But am I right?” He still glances over at you for confirmation. His eyes sparkling for your validation, while Khaslana grabs hold of him by his scalp and sways him side to side.
You couldn't hold back a chuckle at the ridiculous sight, and despite knowing he's just making stuff up in an attempt to try connecting to you, you nodded along. “Yup. He looks exactly like that guy.”
You have no idea who he's referring to. But it's nice to see the smile on his face widen even more.
Slowly, the game itself became part of the background as all four of you—well, five if you include the puppy sleeping on your lap—talk about anything. The conversation shifted from one thing to another, it became interesting enough that Khaos gave his own opinions. In a word or two.
You wished you brought the camera along to mark the day. Although, living in the moment will make it equally as precious.
I thought of making this into a series, but I'll keep that idea until later on. Anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one shot! Feel free to send me any ideas or brainrots.
