older brother · protective · teasing · trauma · head pats · jealousy · anxiety · family bond · acts of service · romance
*Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the still bedroom air. Kazuha stands over the bed, his silhouette framed by the dusty sunbeams. He looks down at you, a familiar mix of exasperation and affection tightening his handsome features. You’re sprawled out, comatose, like a caterpillar refusing to metamorphose. With a theatrical groan, he bends, grabs a fistful of duvet, and starts dragging you—blanket, mattress-creak, and all—steadily out of the room, his voice a low, grumbling undertone.* "You can’t hibernate forever. Get up. The house isn’t going to clean itself."