Disclaimer: I don't own anything produced by Nintendo. Although this was inspired by my love Nintendo games/consoles. I'm really sorry for the delay, but this got longer than I expected, so maybe that makes up for it. I'm going to try to go back to weekly updates! Thank you for reading. :)

"You should be studying."

"Who are you, my mom?"

This was the response Yukio had come to expect. It didn't make him any less irritated, however, when he caught the decently-sized stack of papers on Rin's desk. He'd been so caught up in that game that he'd neglected his homework, and while that wasn't a surprise, he knew that Rin would face the consequences later.

"Nii-san," he said in warning, narrowing his eyes. "I'm serious. You can play your game when you're done with those assignments."

The mashing of buttons. A frustrated growl. "You poisoned my Eevee! How dare you!"

Yukio's eye twitched. "Nii-san."

"Shit. I'm out of antidotes."

"Nii-san."

Rin finally sighed, closing the dual-screen console and turning to face him. "Alright, alright! I'm doing my homework."

Yukio nodded, lips pursed into a thin line. He leaned back into his own chair, before turning to face the papers he'd in the middle of grading when his brother had walked in with some handheld Nintendo system, grumbling about losing some trainer battle. Yukio had no idea where he'd gotten the device—he was a broke student, after all; the only video game he had was some outdated handheld that was almost as old as the two of them, and he'd misplaced that over a month ago (and had the nerve to blame him)—but he seemed so absorbed in playing it that everything else had faded away.

Until Yukio spoke up, anyway.

With an internal sigh, Yukio skimmed the paper in front of him. The sound of rustling papers and a pen clicking confirmed that Rin was true to his word in focusing on his schoolwork.

The peaceful almost-silence lasted approximately seven or eight minutes before Rin groaned in dismay. "I don't get it, Four Eyes! This isn't due till Monday. It's Thursday. Why should I get it all done now?"

"Wouldn't you rather get it all done soon, so you have your weekend free?"

Rin muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like an insult, before turning his attention back on his assignment. Out of the corner of his eye, Yukio saw the scowl on his brother's face.

I'm going to regret this.

"Tell you what," Yukio said calmly, "if you can get a couple assignments done before supper, then you can worry about the rest tomorrow."

Rin's eyes went wide, and he looked at Yukio with an eager smile. "For real? And I can play my game?"

I am so going to regret this. "Sure."

Rin turned his attention back to his desk, brows furrowing in concentration. And again they fell into a not-quite silence, with the only sounds being the scribble of their writing utensils and the whisper of pages turning (and occasionally, Rin's incoherent grumpy mumbles).

Time passed, and eventually Rin claimed he was finished and went downstairs to help Ukobach prepare supper. Yukio took a quick peak at his work, seeing an even split of correct and incorrect answers, but it was better than it used to be, which told Yukio that Rin was trying. Although his progress was slow, he was getting better.

"Nii-san," Yukio said sometime later when they were at the table, eyeing the system resting by Rin's plate in disapproval. He was going back and forth between eating his rice and mashing buttons. "Shouldn't you wait till you're doing eating to play?"

"I'm in the middle of the of a battle," Rin said distractedly. "I can't save."

Yukio rolled his eyes. He understood how addicting video games could be, and he had to at least be thankful Rin agreed to complete some of his assignments before returning to it. But as time progressed, Rin remained glued to the handheld, briefly pausing to help Ukobach clean up, before heading back upstairs, game in hand.

"It's almost eleven," Yukio said with an exhausted sigh, long after the sun had set. "I think you should put that thing away now."

Now huddled in the corner of the bed so the system could charge while he played, Rin repeated the same excuse from earlier, that he wasn't at a good save point. Yukio's reaction was the same, rolling over so he didn't have to see the dim light from the dual screen.

The next day, Rin came into Yukio's class acting like a zombie. He looked even worse than he did this morning, Yukio noted immediately, but he had to remind himself that Rin had done this to himself. (It didn't stop him from worrying, but he could pretend.)

"Oi, Okumura-kun," came Shima's voice. He was grinning. "Did you—oh, shit, you look terrible."

"Thanks," was Rin's sarcastic reply.

"You stayed up all night playing my DS, didn't you?"

That made Yukio twitch. Ah, so Shima was the culprit. He frowned deeply, eyes narrowing. "You're the one who gave him that?"

"Uh-oh," Suguro said in a not-so-quiet whisper. "You've dug your own grave, Shima."

Shima continued to grin until he actually turned to meet Yukio's gaze, which was cold and unforgiving. The color from his face drained, his eyes popping wide, and he had the audacity to laugh, although the sound was tinged with hysteria.

"Oh, heh heh, y-yeah, it's mine," Shima said meekly.

"It was so fun, though," Rin said, and even though he sounded exhausted, he was smiling, wide and happy. "I appreciate you letting me play. I always thought Pokémon games looked cool, but I never knew it'd be this awesome! Do you think I could keep it over the weekend?"

Yukio's cold stare melted very slowly. No matter how irritated he became at his student for distracting Rin, it was nice to see his brother smile so genuinely. Maybe he could let this one slide.