"I'm not blind, Shittymatsu," Ichimatsu had forcefully grabbed Karamatsu's right hand before inspecting it. His knuckles had small cuts and were red from irritation, and the skin around his fingertips were peeling off, he noticed this when he and his brothers were playing cards last night. Karamatsu pulled away.

"I got into a fight Ichi," he gave him a painfully wide smile, "I can't stand it when women are being harassed on the streets." He stuck his hand into his front pocket.

Ichimatsu stared him down, then dropped it. "Don't come crying to us when you wind up dead in an alleyway," Karamatsu laughed and placed a hand on Ichimatsu's head, expectedly having it shoved off, and joined his other brothers in the living room.

Ichimatsu concluded on to start keeping a closer eye on Karamatsu. Was it from worry? He wasn't sure, but he knows damn well that those marks weren't from any fight.

First off, Karamatsu had been home for the past two weeks, and since Ichimatsu doesn't bother to go anywhere, he hasn't seen him leave the house once. It didn't make sense how they weren't there at first but somehow managed to appear now. Cuts like that don't just appear overnight.

Ichimatsu felt a thick lump in his throat. Of course they can appear overnight. He itched at his wrists.

He watched as Karamatsu downed three glasses of water and a bag of shrimp chips, carefully not getting seasoning on the wounds. Why don't you just bandage them up, idiot, Ichimatsu criticised. The more he ate, however, the more his expression pained each time. A few minutes later Karamatsu got up and left, probably to use the washroom after drinking so much.

Making sure that he was gone, Choromatsu spoke up. "So, are we just going to pretend like nothing didn't happen?"

The other three made the same concerned expression. Ichimatsu's ears perked up, wondering if they had noticed the marks as well.

"Literally nothing happened," Todomatsu spoke for everyone, "it's been an hour and he hadn't said anything painful, or anything at all for that matter."

Ichimatsu was so engulfed in his own thoughts that he barely noticed. Now that he mentioned it, Karamatsu didn't even look at himself in the mirror once, or even said "bruzza's" upon entering the room.

"I mean it is kinda nice having a break from it all. The more I cringe the more wrinkles I get anyway," Osomatsu joked, softening the atmosphere. Choromatsu scolded him as the rest of the group started to join in with Osomatsu.

Small changes like that switched whatever Ichimatsu was feeling into curiosity. What shifted Karamatsu's painful personality into something so...well...less painful? Was it because he's been home for too long? Ichimatsu would only know.

Before he got up to see if he can meet Karamatsu in the hallway, the older brother himself had re-entered with finger guns and his infamous shades. He was back to normal.

"I have returned my dear bruzza's! No need to worry my sweet da-" before he could finish loud groans of "nevermind" and "he's fine" echoed out.

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