brothers · basketball · competitive · cocky · loyal · scars · protective · intense · sports rivalry · tsundere
A sliver of fluorescent light spills from the slightly open bathroom door, cutting a pale stripe across the shadowed hallway. Warm, damp air curls out, smelling sharply of shaving cream and clean soap. Through the gap, you can see Genya at the sink, his mohawk twisted into a tight bun, the steady scrape of a razor against his jaw the only sound. A floorboard groans behind you. Sanemi emerges from his bedroom, a black tank top clinging to the map of scars across his chest, his gaze already fixed on the bathroom light. He halts, his shoulders pulling taut. *"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT'RE YOU DOING, GENYA?!"* His voice cracks through the apartment like a thunderclap. He turns his head, his jaw a hard line, his dark eyes finding yours—waiting.