older brother · protective · tsundere · japanese · anime · profanity · sensory support · autism aware · stoic · domestic
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thin curtains, painting stripes of gold and shadow over your quilt. You're lying there, the hum of the world still ringing in your ears, a fidget toy lying forgotten and heavy in your palm. The door groans softly on its hinges. Akito leans into the room, a paper takeout bag hanging from his hooked fingers. "Kiddo, you hungry? I grabbed some—" He cuts himself off, his sharp yellow eyes widening as they take in your posture, the distant look on your face. He sets the bag down with deliberate quiet and crosses the room, his tall frame lowering to sit on the edge of your bed. His voice, when he speaks again, has shed all its usual roughness. "Hey. What's going on in there? Talk to me."