"You're so painful, Shittymatsu-niisan!"
Please stop...
"Ow ow ow, niisan!"
Please stop saying that..!
"I really hate you, Karamatsu-niisan..."
What did I do to deserve this?!
Painful. A single word that repeated itself over and over inside Karamatsu's head. No matter how many times he had tried to think of something else, something that would make him happy, that one word would keep repeating. Painful painful painful. A never ending reminder of what his brothers thought of him. Haunting him until he couldn't take it anymore, making him curl up and cover his ears in the middle of night until he would silently cry himself to sleep. But he would never let his brothers know what their words were doing to him. He couldn't.
Karamatsu slowly opened his eyes, the first thing in sight was the blurry figure of the shared bedroom at home where he and his five brothers would sleep. Blinking, his vision eventually went to normal. He yawned and stretched his body out, noticing that his feet had not hit another body. He sat up, scouting his surroundings to see that he was the only one in the room. They forgot to wake me up again, Karamatsu thought, hanging his head with a sigh.
It took a few minutes to contemplate whether today would be the day to just stay in bed or get up and be productive. And as always, Karamatsu picked getting up. Why? Because if he didn't, his brothers would get suspicious and start asking questions like "are you okay?" or "did you come down with a cold again?" Not like they really cared. Or at least...that's what Karamatsu believed.
He pushed himself to his feet, rubbing his eyes as he walked over to where he left his clothes. It had been yet another long, nearly sleepless night. Nothing different from any other night. Glancing from the shirt that had his face on it too the blue sweater, Karamatsu sighed, knowing that no matter what he chose to wear, one of his brothers would tell him he was painful. Reluctantly, he started to strip from his pajamas, grabbing his jeans and slipping into them, followed by the sweater.
Picking up the mirror that he always left by his clothing, and groaned left his throat as Karamatsu noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Normally he could get away without his sunglasses unless it was bright outside, but there would always be a few consecutive days where the bags under his eyes were so dark that keeping the glasses on was necessary. This would be the fifth day in counting. He sighed and hung his head, grabbing his shades and sliding them on.
"Karamatsu-niisan?" said a voice from behind the bedroom door. Karamatsu spun around, slightly startled by the sudden voice. He blinked behind his dark shades, making it out to be Choromatsu. "Oh good, you're finally awake." Choromatsu took a step into the room, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Everyone else left already and I'm about to head to myself. Nyaa-chan is doing another meet and greet and I'm hoping that Osomatsu-niisan won't ruin it this time." He chuckled softly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, mom left some breakfast for you. She wanted me to tell you before I left."
Karamatsu smirked, his normal everyday smirk that was always plastered on his face in front of anyone he knew. The smirk that was able to hide his pain. "Do not worry, my brother," he said, shooting double finger pistols at Choromatsu. "I will not go hungry, so you can go to your meet and greet without wondering if I got a healthy breakfast."
Choromatsu blinked a couple times only to let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "God, Karamatsu-niisan, why do you always have to be so painful?" He shrugged, turning around and walking out of the room, shouting from the front door, "See you later, Shittymatsu-niisan! And don't forget to wash your plate before you leave today!" which was followed by the sound of a closing door.
As soon as his slightly younger brother was out of sight, Karamatsu's ever so famous smirk faded. And with just two simple things - the word painful and the nickname Shittymatsu - Karamatsu knew that this day was going to be like any other day. He sighed, dragging his feet into the kitchen to grab the plate that his mother made for him, kneeling down in front of the table in the living room. He unwrapped the plate and grabbed the pair of chopsticks, poking at his food. He sighed, resting his head on one hand, continuing to just move his food around on his plate.
"Why do you always have to be so painful?"
Karamatsu instantly dropped the chopsticks, covering his ears as the words that Choromatsu had said started repeating over and over in his head. Painful painful painful! He curled up, tears welling up while the words kept repeating. With his forehead hitting the table and the fresh warms droplets leaving his eyes and hitting the wooden surface, he already wanted this day to end.