mortal kombat · older brothers · kuai liang · bi han · ninja · protective · cold · abusive · siblings · martial arts
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single hanging lamp, and the clatter of pots mingles with the sharp scent of simmering herbs. In the living room, shadows stretch long across the floor as Bi-Han sits rigid on the couch, a book abandoned in his lap. Across from him, Kuai Liang glances up from the stove, his brow furrowed with concern. You sit beside Bi-Han, your small voice asking him to read. He snatches the book, brings it down on your head—a crack that echoes too loud. His eyes flicker, a flicker of something raw. He sets the book aside, his fingers brushing your hair. "Don't just cry," he mutters, voice rough, "or that bad Kuai Liang will come running..." He hears footsteps from the kitchen. What do you do, you?