“Cute,” Jiro thought.
He rarely thought of Saburo as “cute”. Most of the times, Saburo was really annoying. A pain in the ass, a little shit, and a brat. But there were times, Jiro though Saburo was really cute.
When he woke up after Jiro and was sleepy, still with his bed hair and his eyes half closed, as he walks into the bathroom. Or, when he would get embarrassed by something Jiro said. When Jiro tells kisses him out of nowhere or when he says something romantic, Saburo would blush and get so embarrassed. It was so cute. He was also cute when he was so happy when he won a board game.
Jiro used to think he was annoying when he won against him, but now he just thought Saburo was really cute. Whenever he got so excited and then would throw his arms in the air, mock Jiro and then get praised by Ichiro. Jiro now actually had to act like he was mad because most of the time he just thought “cute”.
And now, he was really cute too.
“We don’t need to watch this,” Jiro said.
Somehow, thirty minutes into the horror movie, Saburo ended up on Jiro’s lap, when he was just sitting next to him before.
Jiro had to hold back his laughter. Saburo was really scared. It was his first horror movie too, and he had claimed before that he won’t be scared.
“It’s not real,” Saburo said when the movie started. “Look? It’s so unrealistic. A body wouldn’t fly that far.”
Just a while later, all color was gone from his face and he was clinging onto Jiro’s shirt, but still looking at the screen.
“Saburo,” Jiro said when Saburo grabbed Jiro’s hand. The music changed to a suspenseful music, indicating there was something going to happen. When the murderer came out of the woods, Saburo started to scream and turned around. He was now hiding his face on Jiro’s shoulder.
“He’s so cute!” Jiro thought, but he didn’t say it. Saburo was really scared and Jiro wasn’t an asshole. Saburo was shaking in his arms and Jiro sighed. He stroke Saburo’s hair and rested his chin on the top of Saburo’s head.
“It’s okay, the scene is over,” Jiro said.
“You’re lying,” Saburo said.
“No, I’m not. I’m not an asshole.”
Saburo still refused to turn around. Jiro took the remote and turned off the TV.
“Hey! Why did you turn it off?”
“Because you were obviously too scared to even look at it!”
Saburo looked embarrassed. “I wasn’t!”
Saburo shook his head. “No.”
Jiro laughed and kissed him. “Just say you were, it’s okay.”
“I wasn’t! It’s not real!” Saburo got up from Jiro’s lap and ran off. He so was scared and Jiro thought it was the cutest thing.
A knock came from Jiro’s door in the middle of the night. The door opened with a quiet creak, revealing Saburo standing at the doorstep.
Jiro sat up. “What?”
Saburo looked down all shy.
“Can’t sleep?” Jiro asked. Saburo didn’t reply, he closed the door behind him and went into the bed with Jiro.
“I told you watching the movie is a bad idea.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jiro had to laugh. It was so obvious Saburo was scared of nightmares. He was happy Saburo would come to him and not Ichiro. He put his arms around his younger brother.
“Good. Just so you know, I’ve been hearing some strange noises tonight,”
“Shut up!” Saburo cried.
Jiro laughed hard. “I’m sorry,” he said when he saw Saburo pout. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make fun of me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“So are you most of the times.”
Saburo was so fucking cute when he was pouting.
“I’m just joking,” Jiro said. “There’s nothing here. No monsters, no murderers. Just me.”
“Just you,” Saburo repeated like he had to convince himself.
“And you,” Jiro added as he took Saburo’s hand and entwined their fingers. He kissed Saburo’s knuckles. Saburo lost the tension in his body.
“Okay,” he said. “Jiro?”
“Can he stop being so cute?” Jiro thought as he kissed Saburo softly. “Is that okay?”
“No,” Sabruo said quietly, a little shy. “Not enough. More.”
How could Jiro say no to that?