Haha, this came through a weird phase.
Cacti
It was known that Fuji Syusuke loved his collection of cacti. Yet it was also known that Fuji Syusuke loved to drag his younger brother, Fuji Yuuta, out into cacti-sprees. It happened less often than Fuji taking pictures of his collection, but every time Fuji won a game in a final match, he would buy himself a cactus. Even when he was younger, he would save up money, and when he had enough, he would drag Yuuta with him to the best nursery in the city.
As a child, Yuuta disliked having to go with his brother to look for those painful, prickly plants. It was usually on a weekend, and those used to be the times where Yuuta, the tv, and a game controller shared their quality time. His brother would just burst into his room, announce their departure, and pull him out. The whole way, Yuuta would mumble his complaints to himself.
"Don't worry, when we get back home, you can still play your games." His brother would say, but Yuuta knew him well enough to doubt it. Most of the time, Syusuke would take up the whole afternoon (sometimes even taking the evening) to pick his so called perfect cactus. If it was especially hard to choose, his brother would wait until the next day to make his decision. That meant more torture and boredom for Yuuta to endure.
Now, older and more mature, Fuji Syusuke still loved his cactus. He still loved snapping pictures of the green plants in funny arrangements and lighting, but most of all, he loved dragging out Yuuta. It gave him a chance to see his brother again and also take him away from Mizuki's unnecessary ramblings of his dreams of making Fuji suffer.
Naturally, after his game with Kirihara Akaya of Rikkaidai, Fuji was feeling accomplished. Tomorrow was the weekend, but Fuji couldn't wait. As soon as Yuuta unlocked the door and yelled, "I'm home!" to his parents, Fuji ran downstairs, wallet in hand.
"Yuuta." He smiled eerily.
Yuuta's face twisted into uncertainty. Fuji waved his wallet in front of his face. Yuuta stood there, bewildered.
A few seconds later, there was a tight grip on his arm, and he was being hauled back onto the street.
; It didn't end the way I had imagined, but its okay.