[As usual, Ryousuke walks ahead, leaving a path for his little brother to follow. They've got this order down to an art form. Haruichi's entire being changes from a few words and acknowledgement from Ryousuke, and that fact is not lost on him at all. He doesn't have to look back to realise the weight of his younger brother's gaze is heavy on his shoulders. That's something he's always been conscious of, ever since he could remember.
He's mostly silent as they leave the house. Light footfalls but with none of the hesitance (because, really, when did Ryousuke ever move with hesitation?). Not so much in consideration of their fellow housemates, but he didn't feel like answering any questions about where they were going or what time they'd be back. It was a long overdue moment with his brother, and the time belonged to them alone. Kind of like when they'd sneak off as children, and Ryousuke would show Haruichi his favourite hiding spots, where to catch the biggest and most impressive beetles, or a rocky outcrop that - with a child's imagination - could almost be the surface of the moon. They'd return home with faces muddy with dirt and stones in their shoes, and a shared smile as their mother would exclaim over where they'd been. It was a secret shared between brothers.
The pockets of his pants are patted down to make sure he's got his keys, and they're off. They didn't have any bats to carry, or even a ball to play catch -- because what else would they do but baseball? It was the natural conclusion.]
[ following ryousuke is rote at this point. it's what haruichi has always done for as long as he can remember--from the moment he took his first baby steps, he was always chasing after his big brother. haruichi looked at ryousuke with wonder in his eyes because to him, he could do anything. even now, years and years later, he knows his brother isn't infallible but that doesn't stop him from thinking so anyway, doesn't stop him from following in his footsteps because he just wants to be as great as his brother has always seemed to him, a back that felt just two steps out of his reach, no matter how far he ran.
all haruichi's ever wanted is to emulate his brother, to have just an ounce of his confidence and his poise, a pound of his baseball skills. he wants to do him proud, wants to surpass him, wants to earn his acknowledgement for succeeding at things--for being good like he is, for carrying on the reputation of the kominatos in seido. in times of doubt, in times of stress--as being kidnapped to a strange town might just be --haruichi will always look to ryousuke's back as a place that feels more like home than anything else in holly heights.
he follows him quietly, even subconsciously hooking his thumbs in the front of his own pockets, letting ryousuke lead them wherever they need to go. words don't matter so much, and haruichi doesn't speak often--he's content to let ryousuke lead the way, confident in the fact that his brother just read his mind. that he knows where he needs to go--what he needs to get away from for just a little while. ]
[As much as some might like to speculate, Ryousuke is, in fact, not a mind reader. He's just always been conscious of others, the image he projects onto them, how they choose to perceive him, how simple words and actions can touch and influence people - another extension of being the older brother. Watch someone closely enough, and their motivations become clear as day. Of course he'd know what Haruichi wanted. How could he not? It's the game they both love so dearly, and the little brother he loves even more so. The two things that shaped him are undeniably intertwined together. Relationship status: It's Complicated.
(Ryousuke would, in a heartbeat, give up that first love for Haruichi.)
Even though baseball is sometimes a lot more pain than pleasure, he has a hunch the sports centre might be under the 'pleasure' district. He pulls out the red key, swivelling it in the lock until it clicks, and stands back as the gate swings open.
It's evening, and most people would be in their homes, or out for dinner, and the murmur of voices travelling from the restaurants outside are their only companions. It's only until they pull up in front the sporting facility does Ryousuke look to Haruichi, the lights from the building casting a soft glow over his expression.]
Oh, so they have one of these here.
[Like his feet didn't lead them there. Like he hadn't intended this all along.]
[ haruichi follows ryousuke dutifully, the shadow chasing at his heels he's been since the day he was born. he'd never really been a strong kid--not strong of personality, not strong of temperament, not hearty or even particularly healthy--but ryousuke always was. the reason haruichi looked up to him was because, simply, he'd been something to look up to. ryousuke never let anything stop him and haruichi wanted that. he wanted to be as talented, as smart, as eloquent, as strong in every meaning of the word. he wanted to be good enough to be recognized and to achieve everything ryousuke was, because sometimes his brother seemed like a star just inches out of haruichi's trembling, reaching hands, and sometimes the distance felt like he was back on the earth with his head craned to the sky.
baseball is another thing he could imitate him with. from tomatoes to scary stories, haruichi had always followed his big brother, but one day he gripped a baseball bat to be like him and realized he loved it all on his own. it made things different. suddenly, he didn't just want to earn ryousuke's admiration--a part of him wanted to surpass him. get better. be faster. be smarter. be stronger. somewhere deep in him he knows that overcoming him might be the only way he could get his acknowledgement at all.
ryousuke's not the most loving brother in the world, at least not outwardly, but it motivates him, drives him to love him even more. love, admiration, ambition--its a messy cocktail that belongs to the kominatos, a difficult time being a younger brother for as difficult as it is for ryousuke to have him.
the sports center's softly lit and open even at night, and haruichi looks up at it, his hands curling a little in his pockets as his heart swells just a little--practicing with his big brother. what else could he want?
softly, he makes an "mm" noise of affirmation, nodding his head. the answer is quiet but the smile on his face speaks volumes, doesn't it. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He's mostly silent as they leave the house. Light footfalls but with none of the hesitance (because, really, when did Ryousuke ever move with hesitation?). Not so much in consideration of their fellow housemates, but he didn't feel like answering any questions about where they were going or what time they'd be back. It was a long overdue moment with his brother, and the time belonged to them alone. Kind of like when they'd sneak off as children, and Ryousuke would show Haruichi his favourite hiding spots, where to catch the biggest and most impressive beetles, or a rocky outcrop that - with a child's imagination - could almost be the surface of the moon. They'd return home with faces muddy with dirt and stones in their shoes, and a shared smile as their mother would exclaim over where they'd been. It was a secret shared between brothers.
The pockets of his pants are patted down to make sure he's got his keys, and they're off. They didn't have any bats to carry, or even a ball to play catch -- because what else would they do but baseball? It was the natural conclusion.]
no subject
all haruichi's ever wanted is to emulate his brother, to have just an ounce of his confidence and his poise, a pound of his baseball skills. he wants to do him proud, wants to surpass him, wants to earn his acknowledgement for succeeding at things--for being good like he is, for carrying on the reputation of the kominatos in seido. in times of doubt, in times of stress--as being kidnapped to a strange town might just be --haruichi will always look to ryousuke's back as a place that feels more like home than anything else in holly heights.
he follows him quietly, even subconsciously hooking his thumbs in the front of his own pockets, letting ryousuke lead them wherever they need to go. words don't matter so much, and haruichi doesn't speak often--he's content to let ryousuke lead the way, confident in the fact that his brother just read his mind. that he knows where he needs to go--what he needs to get away from for just a little while. ]
no subject
(Ryousuke would, in a heartbeat, give up that first love for Haruichi.)
Even though baseball is sometimes a lot more pain than pleasure, he has a hunch the sports centre might be under the 'pleasure' district. He pulls out the red key, swivelling it in the lock until it clicks, and stands back as the gate swings open.
It's evening, and most people would be in their homes, or out for dinner, and the murmur of voices travelling from the restaurants outside are their only companions. It's only until they pull up in front the sporting facility does Ryousuke look to Haruichi, the lights from the building casting a soft glow over his expression.]
Oh, so they have one of these here.
[Like his feet didn't lead them there. Like he hadn't intended this all along.]
Wanna hit?
no subject
baseball is another thing he could imitate him with. from tomatoes to scary stories, haruichi had always followed his big brother, but one day he gripped a baseball bat to be like him and realized he loved it all on his own. it made things different. suddenly, he didn't just want to earn ryousuke's admiration--a part of him wanted to surpass him. get better. be faster. be smarter. be stronger. somewhere deep in him he knows that overcoming him might be the only way he could get his acknowledgement at all.
ryousuke's not the most loving brother in the world, at least not outwardly, but it motivates him, drives him to love him even more. love, admiration, ambition--its a messy cocktail that belongs to the kominatos, a difficult time being a younger brother for as difficult as it is for ryousuke to have him.
the sports center's softly lit and open even at night, and haruichi looks up at it, his hands curling a little in his pockets as his heart swells just a little--practicing with his big brother. what else could he want?
softly, he makes an "mm" noise of affirmation, nodding his head. the answer is quiet but the smile on his face speaks volumes, doesn't it. ]
no subject
He smiles, reaching towards his little brother, two fingers outstretched to poke him in the forehead.]
I'm sorry, Sasuke. Maybe next time.