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New big brother here to nervously say hi

[love_swan]

[ He's come by the dojo today with... less of a plan than usual. Considering what Kyojuro said about Senjuro he's not expecting to be spurned outright but there's a wariness that comes with repeated rejection that he can't fully shake.

But he comes inside, and he taps Senjuro's door, not wanting to scare him. The older boy has a bento in his hands and a bag of supplies hanging from one shoulder. ]

Hello Senjuro-kun~

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[it isn't unusual to hear someone approach, but a new voice is certainly strange. senjuro can be heard scrambling to his feet and fussing with his clothes before he manages to slide the door open. his own expression is nervous, but gentle.]

Oh! Hello! You must be one of my brother's friends. It's nice to meet you. [he bows a little, ever quick to dole out respect to anyone and everyone.] I would introduce myself, but... [the older boy seems to already know him!]

[love_swan]

[ The urge to ruffle his hair is instant, but he resists. That would be weird. The kid doesn't really know him outside of maybe "that guy Akaza dragged up the mountain" embarrassng. ]

Mm! I'm Shiratori Aira. You could say your brother is my friend...

[ He's not going to mention it if Kyojuro hasn't!!! Now he's scared he looked into it too far. ]

Anyway, he's mentioned you a lot so I wanted to say hi and bring you this~

[ adorable bento for you. ]

[averageineverything]

[cool, they have just met and he's already embarrassing himself getting all red.]

He has? Oh, goodness, I'm nothing special... [his fussing is quickly replaced with gratitude and adoration, though, as he accepts the bento.]

It's... a little bear! Adorable... Did you make it yourself? For me? Thank you, Mr. Shiratori! Please, allow me to make you some tea as thanks!

Early November, ft. PL Kyo

[tempurahair]

[Whether Senjuro has heard any of the commotion going on — be it outside the house or within its walls — the elder Kyojuro is unsure. Maybe that's why he hesitates as he approaches the shoji leading into Senjuro's room. He worries his fingers together for a moment, steeling himself for what lies beyond those doors.

It isn't like he hasn't seen his brother since that day. They've met and shared their own apologies in the afterlife. Seeing him so young and alive, however? That's something he isn't sure he's ready for.

But he's wasting valuable time, this much Kyojuro knows. He knocks against the wood, but doesn't yet enter. He'll wait until he has full permission, thank you.]

[averageineverything]

[senjuro tends to stay out of any business between kyojuro and akaza, although hearing raised voices does have him on edge. his book is set aside as he strains to listen, then tries to stop because it feels like eavesdropping.

it's impossible to ignore the footsteps leading up to his door, though, especially since he recognizes kyojuro's gait. and he knocks, so senjuro quickly gets up to greet him. the door slides open, he looks up and -- freezes for a moment. kyojuro is... older, and in tact. there's a confused crack in senjuro's voice when he finally speaks.]

Ani-ue?

[tempurahair]

[It turns out, Kyojuro was indeed not ready for this. Seeing Senjuro as he is — young and alive, but also so full of doubt and hesitation — cracks at him in a way he could not have prepared for. He cannot even force himself to be angry. Even if the father he knew would never sink so low, Kyojuro knew how deep the man's love ran. After all, he can still recall the way the man nearly crumbled when having to ready a blade against his son.

But that didn't excuse what was done to Senjuro.

Such thoughts, though, are pushed from Kyojuro's mind as he offers a wobbling smile to Senjuro. It takes everything in his power to not reach out, to pull the young lad to him and never let go.]

It is good to see you, dear brother. [His voice is hushed, weighed down by every emotion running through his head. He cannot help himself as he leans down, but does not dare reach out.] Smart as you are, I am sure you have noticed that I look a little different. There are strange things happening in this place yet again, but you are not in danger. No one is.

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[between his appearance and his choice of words, kyojuro feels almost alien to senjuro. something isn't quite right, but... still, he believes his brother when he says it isn't exactly wrong.

even if kyojuro hesitates to touch him, senjuro has grown bold enough to at least reach out and take one of his hands in both of his. in fact, he may stare at his own hands around kyojuro's for just a moment too long, as if waiting to watch himself age rapidly.]

What's happened? You're healed...

Entry trauma time!

[infinitemist]

[ Realistically, Muichiro should know better. He knows his brother rarely means his words as harsh as they vome off, even sometimes the exact opposite. But no matter the kind of words he said, he'd never leave. Yuichiro always stood his ground stubbornly and they might stop talking... but he'd never just up and leave him. More than the words he said, it was the fact he'd turned and left that burned the most. That he kept walking away despite his shouts and pleas, despite how he pushed and scraped against the brambles holding him back.

It was only once he was well and truly alone again that he let himself slump against the twisted thorns, crying as he mourned all over again. He was hurt, and he knew between the physical wounds and the emotional ones that he didn't want to go back to the clinic and deal with a bunch of strangers. He stumbled southward. He doesn't especially want Akaza to see him like this, but in his mind the only one he could go to right now without this somehow impacting the reputation of the hashiras was Rengoku.

It feels weird entering the house like this, but Kyojuro expressed that he was welcome here. ]

Rengoku? Are you home?

[ His voice is watery, blood is visible from numerous scratches and punctures, some even smeared by his mouth since he'd pushed himself too hard in his struggle. ]

yay trauma

[averageineverything]

[senjuro is aware that his brother makes friends everywhere he goes, and that there are other slayers in town, regardless. likewise, he can deduce that kyojuro is the rengoku that the voice addresses, but it would be exceedingly rude of him not to respond. he turns a corner, tracking it down to let the visitor know kyojuro is out, but... oh.]

You're hurt! [and visibly upset, to boot. whether or not it's because of the scratches isn't really any of senjuro's business, but he can't just let the poor guy bleed all over the place.] My brother isn't here, but may I please be of help?

[infinitemist]

[ He's not in his Corps attire right now- a mixture of the damage and the bloodstains meant they sent them off for mending and gave him a spare set of clothes, but he does have his sword on him as a precaution. Not that it had done him any good this time around

He's not anticipating Senjuro to find him, but he regards the boy with a blink. He really is very similar looking to his brother. Something about that aches just a little. ]

Senjuro... sorry to bother you.

[ He wipes at his eyes and... tries to push down his feelings somewhat. ]

I-- that's fine. I might have pushed my injuries too hard.

[ That's obviously not why he came. The clinic was closer if that were what he wanted. His emotions are making it a little hard to maintain his breathing though. ]

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I promise, you're not a bother. If you'll come this way, you can sit and I'll clean those wounds.

[he motions for muichiro to follow him to just outside the washroom, where he can access the sink and some first aid items because... he lives with kyojuro, of course there's frequent injuries.

and since the other boy knows his name just from seeing him...]

Um, you're Master Tokito, right? My brother mentioned you'd arrived... I'm sorry I didn't meet you sooner.

Some time after Muichiro's arrival

[namuthing]

[Well... since Muichiro pointed out that at least one of them needed more friends their age, here comes Genya. He's made sure to pop in during the day, when he's certain the elder Rengoku is out. He's at least pretty sure the only one that'll answer the door when he knocks will be Senjuro.

Probably.

Speaking of, his knock is actually... pretty polite? And he has a box of something in his hands? Don't worry about it.]

[averageineverything]

[senjuro is a dutiful little stay at home pokémon dad and answers the door promptly. granted, his face is... a bit shocked, to say the least, to see genya is the source of the non-boisterous knocking.

still, he is also ever the picture of politeness.]

Mr. Shinazugawa! Please, come in. Is there something I can help you with?

[namuthing]

[Rather than coming in, Genya instead shoves the box just... right at Senjuro. It's a little forceful, but not intentionally so. Guy who doesn't know his own strength and is used to hanging out with a bunch of other jocks.]

I just - had extra rice balls from my lunch. That's all. [There is way too many here to just be extra but... Don't worry about it.]

[averageineverything]

[if it makes him stumble, don't worry about it. senjuro may be small and not talented with a blade, but he still grew up in a household full of roughhousers.

boy, though, he hopes genya doesn't catch that he gets a little choked up at first, his young voice cracking.]

Oh -- you cooked --? [he almost says "for me," but genya clearly just said it was his leftovers...] Well... thank you, very much.

[... maybe if he asks instead of, like "tells" him... just to be sure.]

Would you like to come inside...?

[namuthing]

[Apparently, Genya's out doing the rounds. After he makes some lunch for Muichiro, he makes his way to Senjuro's temporary room. He'd peeked on the netbook, and while he's never made it before, he does know what ochazuke is. Maybe it's not the best implementation, but Genya still brings up two steaming bowls. You'd think he would have learned his lesson from earlier in the day but...

Without hands, he has to kick the door. He does it as light as he can, so as not to alarm the younger boy but... it's still a foot kicking a door so like. You know.]

[averageineverything]

[senjuro doesn't really know genya to be subtle, exactly, and he may be subject to... some amount of hypervigilance, even in a safe space like his private quarters. all told, the knock doesn't alarm him because he could tell someone was already out there. it's more surprising that the visitor is for him of all people. he approaches to open the door quickly, and blinks at the bowls in genya's hands.

he can put two and two together. if his eyes get watery and his cheeks a little pink, don't worry about it.]

O-oh. Good afternoon, Mr. Genya... [yes he's still insistent on the "mister," bite him.]

[namuthing]

[Oh, that absolutely nets a little scowl from him, but it doesn't last long. It's more exasperated than angry, and it smooths out pretty quick. If anything, he feels more guilty than anything, judging by the watery eyes. Sheesh, someone needs to look out for this guy more often.

(Yes he knows, Rengoku dotes on him. But Rengoku is also on his shit list for demon reasons so there)]

Hey. Hadn't seen you in a bit. Figured someone should check on you. [He motions with a bowl.] Can I come in? I'm starving.

[averageineverything]

[ah -- here he was so worried about how pitiful he must look that now he's just leaving genya standing there in the doorway!!]

Of course! Please! I'm so sorry, how rude of me...

[he opens the door wide for genya and scampers to pull out a chair for him at the room's dinky little desk. as soon as he sets foot inside, genya also gets the world's cutest escort (one puckjuro) who just Stares up at him the entire time.]

After Muichiro's Death

[namuthing]

[One way or another, Genya eventually allows himself to crawl back inside. For the most part, he lays low for about a week and doesn't really take any visitors. Eventually, though, he makes his way toward Senjuro's room. Since Kyojuro didn't seem to protest his return, Genya figures it's ok to be here.

He knocks on the door twice, then waits. His gaze is glued to the ground.]

[averageineverything]

[while senjuro isn't necessarily privy to every detail surrounding... the events early this month, he's an observant guy. he saw who was present or absent for what periods of time, who maintained or lost their sun marks. it's plain as day that when genya shows up at his door, something is terribly wrong.]

Genya... [there's no "mister," no "shinazugawa," just something small and familiar and almost fragile. senjuro may be too hesitant to physically reach out to him yet, but puck is at his master's side and extends a hand to genya, which will resort to grasping at his pant leg if the teen doesn't accept his gesture outright.] Please, come in.

[namuthing]

[Genya does his best to read Senjuro's expression. It's hard to tell if the younger boy is upset by his presence, or if he's only worried. Some part of him does think to back away and never look back but... that hand all but tugs him inward, doesn't it?

He takes a few steps inside, then closes the door. It's the best both of them are going to get, considering the way he promptly leans against it, then slides down to the ground.]

You... haven't gotten hurt, right?

[averageineverything]

[he would have made room for genya to sit somewhere comfortable, but so long as the other boy just ends up on the ground, senjuro will join him. at first, he kneels in front of genya, but decides that maybe that's too confrontational, so he ends up scooting to the side of him and also leaning against a wall. for now, his hands remain in his lap so that he can wring them together.]

No, not at all. I'm -- not actually afraid of anyone here harming me. Is that strange?

[he can see clearly that genya's mark is just as prevalent as his own, and yet the older boy's face belies some sort of deep upset.]

Are you hurt?