Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: This is yaoi.

Summary: Sometimes, Unsui hates his family.

An answer to the Wishes prompt from kirskipkat, from the es21_yaoi lj.

A/N: Two out of three ain't bad, right?


It shouldn't be like this.

Sena's face is strained. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he's obviously exhausted. He stands from the chair, pushing back his cup of cold tea. "I'm sorry to take up so much of your time, Kongo-san. I should go."

Unsui stands, too. He wants to say something—needs to say something. Sena's eyes glance toward the clock on the wall, where it's still fifteen after nine.

"The first year of university is always difficult," offers Unsui, while the voice in his head demands What the hell are you saying? "Don't push yourself too hard, Sena-kun."

Some of the tension eases from Sena's eyes as he looks at Unsui again. "Yes, Kongo-san."

Then there's a minute where Unsui and Sena are just standing there, at the table in the living room, untasted tea in untouched cups growing cold. Sena's looking at him in a soft, wondering way that makes something hurt in Unsui, the same thing that's been hurting and hurting for nearly three years, and no one's moving toward the door.

Sena's...gotten taller again. He'll never be Unsui's height, but the difference is only a matter of a handful of centimeters, now, instead of a full head. His hair's long, too, as if he's been too busy to get it cut, and there's something longer and manlier about his jaw. His shoulders aren't much wider than they were, and his waist is still slim, his legs still lean. The physique of a youthful runner, still somewhere between boy and man.

"He shouldn't treat you like this," says Unsui, low, almost under his breath, and it's almost painful to see the way Sena shrinks from his voice.

"I should go," whispers Sena.

He lowers his eyes.

Unsui's reaching for Sena's hand when the front door slams open.

"Haaa," says Agon. "You're here."

He reeks of alcohol and smoke. Sena's face when Agon slings an arm over his shoulder from behind is...indecipherable.

"He's been waiting for three hours," says Unsui, because he knows Sena won't.

"I'm sure you kept him company, Unko-chan," says Agon.

For a moment, Unsui can't speak. Is it accusation he hears in Agon's voice? Sena's eyes darken with something that could be concern, could be fear.

Agon's hand clenches into a fistful of the front of Sena's shirt. He lowers his face into the side of Sena's neck, but Unsui can still hear him growling, I want to go to fucking bed.

Unsui turns on his heel and leaves.

He goes to his room and shuts the door. The laptop's already on, open to the new semester's curriculum. He sits in front of it and puts in his earphones, bringing up a playlist, any playlist, and—

—pauses.

He can hear them—or at least Agon—passing his door, on the way to Agon's room.

"I want it," Agon is saying.

Sena, his voice low, saying, in a quiet, careful tone, "Agon, we need to ta—"

A door being kicked open, a thump, and a shocked, abrupt ah as Sena is shoved into Agon's room.

Unsui turns The Beats up as loud as he can without shattering his eardrums.

He's thinking, I should have gotten my own place. I should move out. I should go right now, I should put a few things in my bag and go to Kurita's, I should go in there right now and kill him, just kill him, I should drag Sena out of there and shake him until he comes to his senses, I should take him home and I should, I should, I should—

Unsui puts his head in his hands, the bass pounding in his ears.

It shouldn't be like this.