My other half
halfheartshark He knew something was up with Sousuke before his parents even called him, but what he could do for him? Flying across the globe to be there for him, the first time he fucked up his shoulder back at Tokitsu, hadn’t worked out so well. His brother kept his distance the whole time, and Souichiro felt like he saw him as a living reminder of what overtraining had costed him... Like he was blaming him for still having a chance to fullfil his dream. So he ignored the pain in his chest, the sense of discomfort that filled him whenever he though about his twin and went on with his days as if nothing was out of the ordinary. After all, he hadn’t been a part of his life for ages - Souichiro wasn’t even introduced to Rin properly, he had been already in Europe by the time those two became friends and when he came back the Matsuoka boy had moved to Australia - so why should he change that? And now he was back, broken just like his brother and for the very same reason (their similarities weren’t just limited at looks, it seemed) and so fucking afraid to approach him. Especially since he wasn’t alone... ‘Man up, Sou. He’s not gonna kill you. Probably.’ “Hey bro... Long time we no see. Are you gonna to introduce me to your boyfriend?”












