You’re the one who decides that
characters: reader, Yuma Kuga, Yugo Kuga, Replica
note: reader is Yuma’s twin, set before Yugo dies, set before Replica says ‘You’re the one who decides that’ whenever Yuma asks something in which he could do. reader is gender neutral.
“They all look so good...” you whined and buried your head in your arms that were situated on top of the table. Just looking at the food is too tempting. You had to resist temptation even while you were heating up the food earlier. “I hope Dad and Yuma would hurry up and pick what they want to eat.”
“(Y/n), you should designate who eats what meal so that once they come back, all three of you could start eating.” Replica suggested, hovering over your head. Floating close to the three bowls of fish, pork and chicken, each bowl only good for one person. “All of these are leftovers, which means that all three of you would eat different meals.”
You hummed and shifted your head a bit so that one eye could peek over your arm. Looking directly at your chaperone, you said. “That’s not my choice to make, Replica. I thought you know that?”
“Hm?”
“If I can, I will eat all of this food. But I can’t because Dad and Yuma won’t have anything to eat and there isn’t enough ingredients to cook for them. Besides, I’m fine with whatever I can eat, I just want to give Dad and Yuma opportunities to eat whatever they like or rather crave between the three.”
“You should be more assertive, (Y/n).” Chided Replica.
“I’d rather not be when stupidly brave is my normal thing.” You huffed and continued to hide your face from there. Although your voice was muffled, Replica could clearly hear you say, “Being assertive is Yuma’s job. He’s the older one.”
“You’re twins, (Y/n). You should also exercise those traits you deem only older siblings could take on.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” You whined. “Five minutes, five years. It doesn’t really make a difference, does it? Time is like that. Even if our gap was within a few seconds, I’m still younger. But that’s okay, at least our age is the same. There won’t be generation issues.”
“I still think you rely too much on Yuma.”
“He’s eighty percent of my impulse control, I have to rely on him.” You grumbled, you lifted up your head and rested your chin on your arms. “It’s not like I want to be reckless, it’s just that everything I do is reckless more or less.”
“Good thing Yuma is dependable.”
“Of course he is,” you grinned up at Replica. “he’s my older brother.”
“They’re panicking too much, is this their first time to see a Trion Soldier?” Yuma mocked at the men who were on defense duty while a neighbor had passed through a gate. The men did not attempt to engage a battle with the neighbor and are trying to make a hasty retreat. Such a decision would surely lure the Trion Soldier into their hideout.
“(Y/n).” Yugo called out. You were sitting on the edge of the wall, hugging your legs loosely while enjoying the view of cowards running amok like headless chickens. It was funny for you and even Yuma would agree.
“Yes?” You hummed, taking your sights off of the squad and looking up at your father who was already looking down at you.
“Can you help those men?” He asked.
You tilted your head and quickly glanced back down at the singular Vander. “I dunno.” You shrugged your shoulders and looked back up at your father. “That’s your decision to make.”
“Go on, wreck havoc.” Yugo waved a hand in a shooing motion and you grinned at him.
“Roger!” You hopped off the wall and went to work.
“Is (Y/n) suddenly incapable of making decisions?” Replica asked.
“It’s fine, at least (Y/n) is extra careful nowadays. Being reckless is in (Y/n)’s nature, there are times that it can’t be helped. I think it’s a way of asking for assurance. ‘I can definitely do it, but will you let me do it as I please?’ Is what (Y/n) probably meant.” Yugo crossed his arms as he watched you fought the Vander with ease. “Yuma, on the chance that I may be gone for some time or may be gone forever, you will be the one deciding most of (Y/n)’s battles.”
“Eh?” Yuma pouted and raised his arms to fold his hands behind his head. “Why do I get to decide on that?”
“Because (Y/n) would only take action depending on the situation and the current mood. Sometimes, you have to tell (Y/n) to fight and then (Y/n) would start to get serious.” A smile crept up Yugo’s face as he saw the Vander being split in half thanks to your sword. “(Y/n) sees things as if they’re games. A little push here and there could set things straight.”
“How about my own battles? Who will decide them?” Yuma asked.
“Well, it’s you who get to decide that, Yuma.”