Gingka's POV
"GINGKA GET UP WE'RE GONNA MISS SCHOOL!" An oh so familiar voice screamed into the sleeping redhead's ear before sprinting out of the room.
Gingka sat up abruptly in his bed. He jumped out of bed fully prepared to punch his foster brother in the face. He stalked to the kitchen clad only in a pair of boxers, which may or may not have been his. There he found his victim, peacefully making a peanut butter jelly (grape jelly of course) sandwich, completely unaware of his fate.
Seeing the golden opportunity, Gingka jumped onto the unsuspecting teens back succeeding in distracting the older teen from his task of retrieving the jar of peanut butter from the pantry.
"GAH, GINGKA GET OFF!" Ryuga ordered trying to shake off the angry Gingka. Failing because of the redhead's determination. They both fell to the floor in a laughing heap Gingka lying on top of Ryuga before shifting to straddle Ryuga's legs and using his hands beside the older teen's head to support himself, giving him room to roll over so they were facing each other.
"That's what you get for waking me up." Gingka giggled playfully rubbing his nose against the Ryuga's.
"We were gonna be late, and now we are gonna be late thanks to you," Ryuga complained nudging his foster brother signaling for him to get up. "now go get dressed before we miss orientation."
Gingka giggled before picking himself up before extending a hand to Ryuga who accepted it. Ryuga was about to continue his epic quest for peanut butter when Gingka stopped him.
"Where's my good morning kiss." Gingka pouted.
Ryuga glared at him before giving him a light peck on his lips. Gingka smiled and retreated to his room to get dressed.
Gingka's father Ryo has been fostering Ryuga and his brother Ryuto since their parents died five years ago. Ryuga hated Gingka at first, but due to his annoying persistence, they became dubious friends. However, after learning more about each other the two became incredibly close.
They learned that the term "brothers" didn't fit them very well. It was a little gross to think about actually. While Ryo was at work they'd cuddle and steal kisses on the couch, while he was on business trips, their shared room had an empty bed, and on weekends Gingka dragged a reluctant Ryuga around town while they held hands.
Ryuto didn't care all that much and often joked about their disgusting PDA, but he was a supportive brother nonetheless.
Gingka giggled remembering the time Ryuto found out about them. He and Ryuga were making out on the couch while Ryo was at work and Ryuto was at his friend Sora's house. Then Ryuto walked through the front door, the couple broke away quickly, but it was too late. The trio held eye contact for a comedic amount of time before Ryuto broke it with "you better not do it on my bed" before disappearing into his room. Suffice to say they made sure to be more careful lest Ryo catch them heaven forbid.
Once Gingka had gotten some clothes on he joined Ryuga and now Ryuto in the kitchen to get himself a quick breakfast and…
"Crap!" Gingka exclaimed
"Don't worry I made you one too." Ryuga said throwing his PB and J into a brown paper bag and jabbing his finger at an already closed bag next to it.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Gingka asked gratefully shoving a piece of untoasted bread in his mouth with some hastily spread butter on it and taking the bag from his boyfriend.
"Mmm, only when I make you food." Ryuga pretended to think it over.
"Well, that's the only time your useful." Gingka replied jokingly.
"Ha ha ha." He replied sarcastically grabbing his jacket.
"You two are disgusting I'm going see you at school." And with that Ryuto bolted out of the house.
Gingka laughed at him while he grabbed his own jacket and backpack before meeting Ryuga at the door.
"Ready for another year of hell my love." Gingka asked.
"As I'll ever be angel face." He answered grabbing Gingka's extended hand while the redhead laughed at the stupid pet name. With that, they left for their first day at Bey City High, unbeknownst as to what or better yet who was waiting for them.
Kyoya's POV
"Kyoya wake up we're gonna be late." Kakeru shook his older brother awake. Kyoya groaned and sat up. His head hurt like hell and so did the right side of his abdomen. 'School is gonna be a blast' he thought sarcastically.
"Is dad home?" Kyoya asked getting up, wincing at the pain in his side as he did so.
"No, he left for work a couple hours ago." Kyoya chuckled a bit humorlessly.
"You get dressed I'm gonna go make lunch, don't die." He commanded leaving the room. Kyoya chuckled again.
Kyoya lived with his little brother Kakeru and his father Neikan Tategami. His mother Kioko Tategami died in a car crash ten years ago, Kyoya was the only one with her. He was six at the time and Kakeru was only four. His little brother doesn't remember much about their mother, Kyoya wishes he remembered how good life was before then.
After Kioko's death Kyoya's father grew violent. He blamed Kyoya for the accident and took his grief out on him. Kyoya was seven years old when he was struck for the first time, and after ten years Neikan hasn't stopped. He fears the day when his father tires of him or he's not there at the right time and his father starts taking it out on Kakeru. He tries not to think about it.
Kyoya pulled on a dark green t-shirt, trying not to groan audibly at the pain as he did so, before leaving the room he grabbed his grey hoodie on his way out. He met Kakeru in the kitchen where the boy in question stood holding two brown bags.
"I made yours for you we better get going or we'll miss orientation." He said shoving one of the bags into Kyoya's hands.
"Thanks." Kyoya replied. He was tired and his head was still pounding like it wanted to break free. "Go on ahead I'll meet you in a bit."
"Okay" Kakeru answered and left the house.
Kyoya went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the Tylenol. He popped two in his mouth, hoping his headache would ease up before he reached school.
As he reached to put the bottle away his eyes glanced to the lion charm hanging from his leather bracelet.
"Well mom, another year… maybe just maybe this one will be better." He said.
In his heart he knew it wouldn't be. But as he held his left wrist, a silent wish was left unspoken.
He put his jacket on and grabbed his backpack, stuffing the brown bag inside before leaving to catch up to his brother.