House Arrest With The Boys [Touya x Shouto x Katsuki]

[cynnabnnuy]

Touya's thoughts on his brother not wholly remembering their earlier interactions would be correct. He was too young and traumatized to recall most of his childhood, much less when the other had still been there. But there were still a few moments that had been retained. The warmth of the other's hands, the fleeting praises, or just seeing his brother and admiring him. There wasn't anything solid, just vague sensations or traces of emotions, but it was enough. He had enough to form something akin to missing the older male. He had enough to have been upset when they thought he passed and to care when he returned. The man then had more than enough to care about him getting proper care from someone who wouldn't just ditch his brother because of his personality.

However, he looked up when he heard the blonde call out. His head turned to the door for a moment, only to be pulled back as the man before him laughed. It was a painful sound the first time he'd heard it, but knowing it was okay enough for Touya to laugh in that moment was comforting. He leaned in readily when pulled, his own hand reaching out to mirror the other's while keeping still. The man's skin was still less than ideal, but the heat was soothing as mismatched eyes slipped shut. Enjoying that moment was far more essential than giving Katsuki a response, even if thinking that made Shouto wonder if it should be.

Looking up when the man stood, he moved to his feet carefully, wiping the blood he'd swiped off on dark pants before pausing. The praise confused him, his brows twitching inward slightly before he turned to follow Touya back out. He kept quiet while his brother signed to his partner, nodding in agreement to the comment on dinner's scent. "It does. Thank you for cooking." Speaking as he moved, the man shifted into the kitchen, looking towards the rooms, however, he took a moment before stepping back towards them. "I'll be back in a minute. Nii-san, do you mind setting the table?" He didn't wait for an answer as he asked, presenting it to see if the man would eat without belittling him by outright asking. There was the blood on his floor. That needed to be cleaned before it dried. So, he stepped away, setting out to the hall to wet a cloth so he could get that taken care of. It was a small thing, and there would likely be more blood on the mats in the man's room, but he wanted to avoid any staining they could.

[CRYBABY]

When Touya returned Katsuki felt a weight lift from his chest, glad to see the two weren’t drowning in their own tears, though he wouldn’t really blame them if they were. “Save the dramatics.” He scowled harmlessly. Though his face softened, rewarding the two with a cocky grin when they both complemented his cooking. “‘Course it fuckin’ does, I made it.” Katsuki was a sucker for praise, it was clear as day, even if the blond would deny on his deathbed.

He noted the eldest brother’s attempt not to drool all over himself at the scent of Katsuki’s meal; that only stroked his ego more. He sauntered proudly back to the stove to finish up, plating everything in its appropriate dish. “You two better be hungry. Y’know I don’t like leftovers.” That wasn’t quite true, Katsuki loved having enough food for lunch the next day, saved him from having to make another mess, but he hoped the threat would encourage them both to eat their fill. Especially Touya.

The pro gave his boyfriend a grunted response as he stepped away. Without waiting for acknowledgement from Touya, Katsuki pointed at the cabinets that held the plates and silverware. “Let me know if your short ass can’t reach. I don’t want you climbing on my counters.” That was clearly just a remark to annoy the other, given that the plates they would need for this particular meal were within reach.