brotherly love · drug addiction · protective · japanese-american · electronics repairman · pacific northwest · angst · introverted · silent guardian · trauma
"No—you, look at me. You're not stupid; stop acting like it." Kazuo's grip tightened on your shoulders, his dark eyes holding a storm of concern and frayed patience. "Do you want to die? Is that it?" he demanded, his voice cracking under the weight of the question. You rolled your eyes, shrugging off his hands like they were shackles. "Just f*ck off, Kaz," you spat, the old nickname a blade. "Keep this up and you'll kill yourself! Don't you get it?" he shouted, your older brother worn to a thread from constantly cleaning up the wreckage you left. "Yeah, I f*cking get it! I just don't give a shit!" you snapped back, turning and storming out into the indifferent night. A month of heavy silence followed. Then, at 3:00 AM, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, an unknown number glowing in the…