We need more Osamu and Ken familyness. Can't deny that.


"Come on, please?" Ken asked. He placed his hands on the table and attempted to see what his brother was working on. The line of the table blocked his view of most of the paper, but he could see that it was probably calc...that really complicated math.

Osamu just continued to tap his pencil on the desk. Ken knew that he needed a break - Osamu always did that when he was overthinking things - but no matter how many times he asked, the answer was always no.

"It's due tomorrow and I have other things I need to complete on top of it. Besides, didn't I play with you earlier?"

Ken frowned. It was just to get some ice-cream, which accidentally turned into a walk in a park. But still, he needed something to do. And blowing bubbles didn't seem like something time-consuming.

"But please?" he begged. He was almost at the stage of puppy-eyes. Almost. "It's only three. We could do it until four and there'll be some time left to do homework."

"Your use of some frightens me." But Osamu was just playing with him. They both knew how limited Ken's vocabulary was. And the both knew that meant weird ways of saying something that would make more sense with a larger vocabulary. Still, there was no way to attempt to fix that.

"You know what I mean. But anyways, can we?"

There was a sigh, followed by the silence of a room without tapping.

"Would half an hour suit you better?"

Ken pouted. He wanted an hour, but half of that seemed too little. He'll never be able blow all the bubbles he wanted to in that little time. But still…

"Will you have some time left over?"

"I'll have plenty of time left over," Osamu said, half correcting and half responding. That was just the way they worked. Corrections were never really straight out, but they were there. And they seemed so obvious to the two of them, but it really wasn't to other people.

"Then let's go!" Ken made his way towards the bathroom in order to prepare the water needed for the bubbles. Until Osamu stopped him by grabbing him by the collar.

"Mind taking a break from bubbles? They'll only last about ten minutes before you get bored anyways."

Ken was about to pout again, but Osamu was right. The bubbles never lasted longer than a solid ten minutes before Ken got bored of seeing the rainbows in each of them. Until the very next day, of course, where he would be begging to do the same exact thing over again.

"But then what will we do?" There was no way they could play a good game of soccer in thirty minutes. No way.

"You have a brain, can't you figure it out?"

He could, but he just didn't want to. Still, it was impossible for him not to figure it out. It was just too obvious. At least to Ken.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything you want to."

And a barrel-full of questions came pouring down Ken's mouth. One of which being "Is there something you regret?"