My OC is dating a robot guy :P (for the ask thing!)
doesthedongerhavemultiplefunction
we don’t have any robot person character but we have one character who is deeply interested in mechs and technology in general! skinny scrampy lil red head that goes by the name enoki, whom supposedly have magical tinkering hands to make broken things work again!
send a number (or 2) and a pairing and i’ll try and write a drabble or ficlet
hmm idk how i feel about this one, since when i was writing it i had many distractions.
i hope you still like it
since you didn’t specify a pairing i chose the tsukishima brothers from haikyuu!!
40. Separation
49. Coming home
For as long as you can remember, your brother has been there.
Always.
Your whole life, since the day you were born.
And somehow, you thought that as long as you had your brother, you didn’t need anyone else.
He’d always encourage you to make friends, saying things like he wants to know that you’re being taken care of at school and stuff and that you’re having fun and that you’re happy.
But no one takes care of you like your brother does.
No one is more fun to be with than your brother is.
No one makes you happier than your brother.
So, you didn’t need anyone else. What was the point?
Because your brother was gonna be here, by your side.
Forever.
He’d never leave you.
That’s why you shot up angrily from the table at dinnertime, glaring at your brother when Mom had asked him if he had already thought about his college options despite only being a second year and he had mentioned something about going to the city for college but having to move out for it.
“How dare you,” you spat and ran off to your room, slamming the door shut. You collapsed on your bed face down in the pillow, glasses digging into the bridge of your nose, and sulk. You don’t know how long it’s been when you hear your door open and soft voice calling for you.
“Kei…”
Even though that voice had almost lifted the heavy weight on your heart, you remembered you were supposed to be angry at him and grunted.
“Go away.”
“Kei, come on. Let’s talk about this. Please?”
You feel the mattress dip as he sits on your bed and the warmth of his hand through your hoodie as he touches your back, gently shaking you.
You sigh and lift your head, rubbing the tears from your eyes and adjusting your glasses. As soon as you turn and sit up, your brother pulls you into a comforting hug.
“I’m sorry. I know you probably want me to stay home forever, and truth be told I really don’t want to leave you. But the reality is, to get a good job, I gotta go to a good college and if I wanna get in one, I gotta start studying from even now. None of the local colleges can guarantee me this. They might get me a decent job, but…”
“Is it important?” You mumble into the fabric of his sweatshirt.
“Hm?”
“Is it important to get a good job?”
“Well, yeah.”
Your brother pulls away from you but keeps his face close to yours, looking you in the eyes. You’ve always loved your brother’s eyes. They were like the colour of amber, and reflected all kinds of light. They were also soft, and loving and there was a certain look in them he reserved for you only and it was the look he was giving you right now.
“I want to be able to earn enough to support you, and when I get married and have kids I wanna be able to support them too.”
That was just like your brother, you thought.
“Didn’t you wanna go pro? With volleyball?”
He blinks at you, and suddenly he seemed uneasy.
You continue asking questions. “Is that why you plan on going to the city? Because you want to get a scholarship? You said something like that in middle school… is that why? You’re the ace of a championship school so it shouldn’t be too hard.”
“Ah.”
His smile seemed off for a second, but then he grins bright, and you forget about it, pay it no mind.
“Well, a scholarship would be nice. But there’s no guarantee I’ll get one next year, you know? Besides if I get one, I might have to go to a college even further than one in Sendai.”
You feel horrified for a second but then clench your fists, deciding to stay strong, if only for a second. “But if you’re playing volleyball then… then it’s fine… I… but if you’re not then… I don’t want you… to leave me…”
Your brother’s eyes go wide and then he laughs, a melodic, cheerful laugh that makes your heart sing along, and then soar when he pulls you into another hug, tighter this time, closer, and you can feel his warmth and his heart beat as he says these words in his ears.
“In a perfect world, I’d stay with you forever. Or I’d take you with me. But I can’t, and that’s the sad reality of growing up. But, I’ll never leave you. No matter how far away I am, I will always be there for you. Okay? I’m always gonna be your big brother. Always gonna be your Nii-chan.“
Your hands grip his sweatshirt and you nod, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
Of course.
You knew this.
You close your eyes, taking in your brother’s scent as he held you close and he ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered I love you.
You whisper I love you too in return.
You thought that a part of you had always known, that your brother would leave home someday. You just wanted to ignore it.
But, from now until then, you decided to spend more time with your brother, to cherish every moment. To make sure he leaves with good memories, knowing that you loved him, and that he leaves his love behind with you.
You had prepared yourself for the separation.
However, nothing prepared you for that day. The day where you snuck into your brother’s last game of his high school career and found that he had lied to you for the last 3 years. He wasn’t the ace. He wasn’t even on the bench. He stood in the stands, cheering with the rest of the club members that didn’t make the team.
You felt numb.
Then later when he came home, he tried to talk to you, tried to get you to listen, tried to get your forgiveness, but you turned away, ignored him and retreated to your room. You curse yourself. You’re not even that angry at him. But you felt ashamed. Not of him, but of yourself. You didn’t know how to face him with this level of shame. You didn’t know how to tell him I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to lie to me, or I’m sorry I looked up to you so much that you’d rather lie than disappoint me.
But it was also the shame your brother felt. How you later found him hunched over in the middle of his trashed room after all the screaming and crying, sobbing.
You did this to him, a voice said. Volleyball did this to him.
You hated it. Seeing your brother like this.
But the guilt and shame never left your core.
You couldn’t stand being near your brother anymore.
Your vow to spend more time cherish every moment spent with him was shattered by your own hands.
You holed yourself up in your room unless it was for meal time.
He tried to talk to you, tried to smile at you. You didn’t deserve it.
Months passed with you distancing yourself from the brother you were supposed to love most and before you knew it, the time came where he finally had to move out.
You hear voices outside your door as you pretend to sleep, your mom insisting she wake you, while your brother insists to let you sleep. After you hear them go downstairs, you get up and sneak down as well, hiding behind a wall while your mom and brother share their goodbyes by the entrance.
“You sure you’ll be okay getting there yourself?”
“Of course, Mom. I’ll be fine.”
“… Are you okay without saying goodbye to Kei?”
“Mom, I ruined everything with him. I’d love to but he’d just ignore me.”
“You sure you want to leave like this?”
“What choice do I have? But it’s not like I’m expecting him to hate me forever. One day, I know he’ll talk to me again. For now, it’s probably best he has his space. I left him a note.”
You clench your fists against the wall. You should just let go of everything, forget the guilt and shame and just throw yourself at your brother and hold on to him and apologize and beg him not to leave. But you didn’t.
You stayed put and listened to him leave.
He left without saying goodbye.
You wanted to be angry at him.
But truthfully, you were the one who left your brother without a goodbye first.
Whenever he calls and asks for you, you refuse the phone.
Whenever he comes home, you stay in your room.
At dinnertime, he offers you a small smile, his eyes still soft and loving, but also sad. Yet they still reserved that special look, the one just for you.
The one that said you meant more to him than anything in the word.
And it made the separation feel all the more worse.
Reminding you of your vow to give him enough of your love to take with him, but how your brother still seemed to leave enough of his love with you.
So you stay in your room, refusing to see your brother, refusing to let it hurt.
(If you care too much you’ll just suffer like him.)
This went on for years.
But one day, when he came home, it changed. It was summer, you had just come back from a training camp and when you came home, he was there. Commenting on how you’ve grown, smiling at you kindly as he does.
“… Nii-chan,” is all you say though.
But lately, things have happened. Things that have changed your persepctive on things a little, and now you don’t know how long you can keep up the distance, keep pretending the separation doesn’t hurt.
So you try to talk to him. Finally. It was awkward at first, at least on your part. But then he said something that made things click into place. Made you see.
And you smile.
A small smile.
But the most you’ve ever smiled with your brother in years.
And you start talking more.
Slowly.
Surely.
It took weeks, maybe months, but slowly you started talking to your brother more, started hanging out with him more, accepting his phone calls and replying to his texts, sending some of your own.
He was distant physically, but close emotionally and as you listen to his voice through the phone during your late night phone calls, you remember his words from back then.
No matter how far away I am…
I will always be your Nii-chan.
You smile to yourself.
Nothing of that has changed.
And when he comes home one day, carrying a heavy bag on his shoulder and another in his hand, he doesn’t notice you as he calls out “I’m home,” and slips off his shoes.
“Welcome home, Nii-chan,” you say for the first time in what feels like forever.
He looks up and notices you. “Kei!”
Then he smiles, that bright, kind smile, and looks at you with those loving, soft eyes again.
Mark!! This is what I imagined your blog, himochiisawesome, would look like as a character! I imagined he would be agender, but prefers he/his pronouns! I hope you like him!! If there’s something you’d like to be different, please let me know!!
himochiisawesome replied to your post:So we just got Cool Ranch Doritos in the shops...
thats because cool ranch dorites are literally just cheese and buttermilk flavour its so silly like
I was super disappointed. I've always heard about people loving cool ranch and there was that post where someone crunched them up and put them into an empty pepper grinder or whatever. They were just really plain.
