A drabble that accidentally wanted to be a multi...oops. Well can't blame it - I have too many Ken what-ifs that this could encompass, and it uses three.
Truth be told, he was a liar.
There wasn't even a day that went by when he had Osamu pat his head and tell him that he was a "good kid" and he nodded, despite the fact that he knew he wasn't a good kid. He couldn't be a good kid...he knew he couldn't.
Ken couldn't pick out when it started, but he knew it was permanent - there forever and probably will never disappear.
It was odd, but every time he saw something nice, he just wanted to ruin it...kicking it to the curbside, smashing it to the ground…
And all that envy. Both Ken and Osamu knew that he wasn't that smart. There were too many stupid questions that he asked or simple questions he got wrong. Either way, it was clear that Ken wasn't the brightest one in the family.
However, what Osamu didn't know was that Ken hated it. He hated being the stupid one and hated being the one in the shadows as his brother got all of the attention of everyone.
Either way, there was something to be done.
He just didn't know what that something was.
And so here he was, drumming his fingers on the desk that he could barely reach standing up, thinking of something.
There was no way he could miraculously become smarter than Osamu - he tried that and it didn't work. The information just refused to enter his brain.
But there wasn't another way for anything to be done. Becoming good at soccer didn't really need anything special...not like what Osamu had. Sure it would earn him some credit among the kids who play, but to actually be scouted? That was a long shot - there were people far better than what he could ever be.
Besides, Ken didn't want to be completely surrounded by that sport. It was a fun thing to play, but not something he wanted to do completely. It just didn't match up to what Osamu did.
But that really left nothing. King of the Idiots wasn't a legit answer and aside from soccer, he did nothing else that wasn't so noteworthy.
Honestly, he was about to give up hope. About to. There was some kind of letter icon flashing on the computer...and it could easily lead to something. At least Ken hoped.