gentle and yet, wide, eyes drift downward to meet the familiar mop of
dark hair, tired surprise lining the features of the elder as he searches
for the meaning to this sudden hug. his little brother didn’t approach with
affection often, but the gesture speaks to him on an emotional level, and
the stress from working so hard in the past hour melts right off of him,
unable to continue with the fruitless project he’d been preparing.
smoothly, his own arms move to curl around hiro, lips drawing into the
gentlest of gapes as he turns, and tightens.
( hugs. the greatest force in the universe. )
and without necessarily thinking, a second of contact turns into the
elder picking up his little brother in a protective and loving hold. it’s obvious
he doesn’t get to do this often— hiro doesn’t like it— but he couldn’t help
himself. just the presence of him was enough to battle the hardships. but
this was different. he liked being open. and he liked holding him. so much.
—— “…I know you hate it when I do this.
But thank you.”
his nose presses into hiro’s mat of hair gently as the younger boy is lifted higher.
he breathes out into a small smile.
Hugs didn't have to have any serious meanings, silly Tadashi. Hugs are just... hugs? Or nice ways to express your affection and care towards someone else. Little genius, despite his being rather fastidious regarding cuddles & the rest of schmaltzy stuff, he still remained a loving kid, even if too reckless at times. His heart rested alone all these days and the company of silent machinery became very dreary. There were times when he and Tadashi used to spend lots of days together, but now all hours which Tadashi had in his disposal he wasted on university projects & any kind of stuff that actually had to do anything with SFIT. Hiro honestly started to hate that place because everytime his brother returned from there he looked like a walking dead, completely drained and exhausted both physically and mentally. It was vexatious to see him like this. No one knew, but Hiro always waited for his brother to return from the university. Funny, though when he was smaller, he sometimes couldn't wait for his brother's comeback and fell asleep long before Tadashi's feet crossed the threshold of their house. Now Hiro could let himself to stay up almost the whole night, yet still... Tadashi was too weary to deal with him and young prodigy had to cope with this despondency himself. Hiro tried to not bother Tadashi too much, however sometimes he just had a strongest need to make some prank, do something silly or crazy to only somehow distract his sibling from all this aggravating routine. Gosh, they were brothers, yet it felt how a certain space started to appear between them, a distance and... if frankly, that was scary.
Keeping his arms around Tadashi and not willing to release him, Hiro just dangled behind his brother, waiting till he'll notice him. And when he did the heart of the little boy quivered with glee. Finally he'll steal few minutes from his brother's busy shedule, just few minutes, at least few minutes...
Younger Hamada was cuddling his brother so tightly that it was obvious how terribly much he missed him. And Hiro didn't want to conceal it, even though he said nor a single word. He simply wouldn't be able to express his yearning better than to give Tadashi the most warm and loving hug.
Unexpectedly (or may be not?), but without a hesitation Tadashi's strong hands lifted him up as if he was as light as a feather. Hiro didn't like to loose the feeling of earth underneath his sneakers, however he could forgive this antigravity to Tadashi and only to Tadashi. Indeed, younger brother wasn't fond of dandling, yet, secretly, he enjoyed when big brother picked him up just like that. Sometimes it really felt like flying, as... as if Tadashi really taught him how to fly. Stupid thing to think, isn't it?
This time it wasn't different. Eventually Hiro could reach to his brother's shoulders to give him a good and right-placed hug. His hands curled around Tadashi's neck as he shut his eyes tightly. A small happy smile appeared on his face that reflected a calm mild emotion.
When brother's voice spoke to him, Hiro listened with meekness.
❝ ━━ It's okay, I can tolerate that,❞ the boy replied mischievously, patting Tadashi on his back gently whilst grinning to himself, ❝At least you've finally raised me up, when I needed this. And also..,❞ he moved back a little to look at his silbling's face, ❝...you've finally became distracted from your fatuous college stuff, which means my evil mission is about to be completed.❞
