High-pitched shrieking echoed through the citadel, followed by a loud thud. Yamato sighed and got up to check on Kashuu. It was all laid out on the chore wheel this week: Horikawa and Izumi were doing housework, Nagasone was out in the fields, and he was stuck on beast wrangling. Ay.
Yamato slid open the door to their shared quarters, and was greeted with the sight of Kashuu swooning on his chaise-lounge, sighing tragically, an arm flung across his face. Yamato slid the door shut without another word, and returned the way he came. Being summarily ignored appropriately roused Kashuu from his self-inflicted swooning, and Yamato heard the sliding door slam as stomping footsteps pursued him.
Yamato found his path down the hall blocked.
"How dare you leave me to die in my time of need–" Kashuu began, eyes flashing with rage.
"Yes, well, I'm sure another coat of nail polish will fix those chipped tips of yours," Yamato said airily, tucking his hands into his sleeves.
It was amazing how Kashuu could do such a convincing impression of an exploding tomato at the drop of a hat. The shrieking began again, something about how his body was going to be ruined, it was all Yamato's fault, he would take responsibility that instant –
Horikawa had appeared at the end of the corridor with a broom, hair tied back primly with a handkerchief, watching their confrontation silently. The moment Kashuu caught a glimpse of him, he turned on the waterworks.
"I'M PREGNANT AND YAMATO WON'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!"
Horikawa stared into the middle distance, tilting his head in contemplation. He tsked.
"Youth," he sighed, and resumed sweeping.
