[Today was one where the sextuplets were separated; all off
on their own “business,” doing who-knows-what as the fourth
brother sat silently at home. Normally, he might’ve headed to
one of the alleys he frequented, due to the presence of stray
cats, but he wasn’t intent on getting up. At the very least, one
of his strays had managed to sneak in and keep him some
company...]
[Time passed by, with Ichimatsu doing nothing but petting or
playing with his stray cat, the one reason he wasn’t napping
already out of boredom. Eventually, the door to the brothers’
shared room opened, and the oldest brother wandered in,
looking somewhat dejected.]
[It was only when Osomatsu seated himself beside the
fourth-born that Ichimatsu noticed the bruising on his wrist.
What had his stupid oldest brother gotten himself into today?
Beyond the bruising, Osomatsu seemingly did everything in
his power to prevent himself from putting pressure on it...did
he manage to break the damn thing?]
[...Their family was nowhere near rich, and a hospital visit
probably wasn’t something they could afford. Not to mention
that the oldest shithead hadn’t even done anything to reduce
the swelling or let it heal. Dumbass.]
[Of course, Ichimatsu wasn’t about to let himself express
any concern. Not yet, anyway.]
...What the hell happened to you?