People always fear the unknown.
At least that's what people always say.
It's what his mother told him when he met his first spirit (Why is there blood coming out of her head…? A ghost isn't supposed to have blood, right? …She's not dead ye--). It's what his grandfather told him on his first day of school (did you hear about that new kid? He talks to himself ALL THE TIME!! Hahaha It's so weird! And yesterday, he started screaming about ghosts in the middle of class!).
He'd heard it everywhere he went, as a joke, as a lecture… so many times.
But nobody could really understand the weight of those words until they became the unknown.
Hao is between his legs, mouth firmly wrapped around him as he bucks and whimpers, not even remembering how they ended up like this and not caring.
"Hao…"
"Call me Asaha."
There's an odd expression on his brother's face as he moves to straddle his younger twin's lap, barely showing his discomfort as Yoh slides in with a moan, barely aware when Hao wraps his hands around his neck and nuzzles him almost hesitantly.
"W-wh…?"
"...No one calls me like that anymore."
Yoh wonders, but doesn't dare ask.