brother, my brother || closed; inutiliter
Tolerant.
That was the word that described Kamukura Izuru’s attitude toward his brother. Tolerant. And, in turn, it was how his brother felt toward him.
His entire life he had been a step above the other, faltering only in age as the younger twin. He ascended to greathood easily, naturally, as if riding an escalator up the marble staircase and watching his brother run to keep up, never reaching, always striving.
It wasn’t like he tried though, to be better. It just happened. It could have just as easily been in Hinata’s favor, to the victor goes the spoils and Hinata Hajime had been first after all. But did that matter to Izuru, no. No, what-ifs an hypotheticals had no place.
“Hajime?”
Izuru never called for him, not unless it was to scold or question him. What had happened to the younger brother, at Hinata’s side by choice and not force.
