tornheart | 001 - brothers who fuss together stay together

Who: Ciro and Gen Bonavita (Chikusa and Makoto)
When: May 13, middle of the night, right after this nonsense // and then May 21 after this
Where: The brothers' apartments on school grounds
What: Exchanging one text and then another, the brothers find comfort with each other.
Warnings: Minor self harm, mental issues

Ciro knows that he doesn't look exactly his best as he waits out the elevator's descent onto the ground floor. Pajama bottoms are bad enough, but he's been wearing his "schrodinger's cat is alive/dead" shirt as nightwear for a straight week without tossing it into his laundry basket. But it's the middle of the night- he doubts he's going to run across anyone who will be able to judge him. Possibly because they might be drunk; he's heard about some of the older students having parties in their apartments with some of the usual nightly haunts now barred to them for obvious reasons.

Right now, however, all he cares about is getting down to his brother's apartment. The halls are quiet when he steps out of the elevator, but he still makes his steps quick and strides long as he goes down it.

Honestly... He almost welcomes it, although he feels a little guilty about it. That hallucination... It felt too real. Even now, although he knows he's walking on carpet through a brightly lit building, all he can think about is the feel of cold grass pressing into too-thin pants and his body burning against the night's chill. More than his surroundings, however, he still remembers so clearly that other boy his age who he had locked eyes with. One blue, the other red with a strange pupil, and the way his heart had twisted....

His feelings for that boy had been stronger than anything Ciro thinks he's ever felt before... And that alone, he doesn't know how to feel about. Either way, he'll really have to talk to Counselor Katsuki... He'd thought his medication was working fine, but if he's hallucinating, well... He guesses they're back to square one.

Shoving away both thoughts- that of the boy, and what he'll have to talk about with his counselor- Ciro stops in front of the oh-so familiar door number that he's known for a good few years now. It's unnecessary, but he knocks anyway before pulling out the spare key his brother gave to him when he first came to dorm at the school.

"Gen?" he asks as he opens the door open slightly, bulging messenger bag bumping against his hip and then the door as he peers in. "I'm here."

Threaded | Flat

Gen's fortunate, he knows that. He has a family who cares, a decent job, and good grades. But right now, he's having a problem thinking of himself as fortunate. He hadn't been lying to Ciro - his head and his chest both hurt, but it's more than that.

He's heard about phantom pain - feeling pain in something that isn't there. Is this something like that? Because that hallucination...

'I'll... keep your hopes alive...' Not enough vision left to really see anything other than a smudged face, and then the feeling of floating and his entire body shattering -

It hurts. Everything hurts. Is he sick? He's not sure. He looks up from his bed - he hadn't bothered to even worry about letting Ciro in. He'd gotten a glass of water, but by the time he'd managed to get over to his bed... well, the plastic cup on the floor is enough evidence of what had happened. "Ci -" His voice is rough. He clears his throat and tries again. "Hey, Ciro."

This time, it's Gen who heads to his brother's room. He's got a small bag with a set of sleep clothes in it. He's got the key - he almost never uses it, since he respects Ciro's space - so he heads in, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. His head still has some lingering pain, but it's fine. As long as he can help Ciro...

"... I'm here."

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