A/N: A Haruto centric fic for Flaming Platinum. Happy late pseudo-birthday!
Origami Butterflies
When they moved to Heartland City, they left the natural country scene behind. Heartland was too inorganic: there were less trees and more asphalt roads, less birds flocking the skies, less butterflies flitting about. Haruto missed those butterflies the most; he missed being able to watch them balance gracefully on bright petals, mossed the way they opened their wings when he inched a finger close. He missed Kaito trying to catch one for a closer peak in their butterfly net – and watching them fly free thereafter.
Kaito was so much busier now, learning about electronics and helping their father with his work. And there were too few butterflies to be able to watch together. Haruto was kept away from electronics: whether it was his brother's worry, or his father's, or the little bouts of illness he'd had recently, he didn't know. He'd toyed with the idea of asking his brother if he'd make a mechanical butterfly – and he would – but he'd found an alternative. Origami.
Now, his room was littered with little paper butterflies of different colours he made fly by blowing gently on their base. It couldn't replace their old home – and he still mossed all of it, especially the butterflies and his brother's constant company – but all of it was necessary, he knew.