Kind-a-sorta companion to "Demon"?
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Crybaby.
Was he a crybaby?
Not now, as he was, certainly not. He hadn't cried (in front of anyone) in years. He had been a crybaby, when he was little (Yukio can freely admit this to himself). He'd been the weaker twin, not in the sense of presence or intellect, nor by any physical deficiency in his size-Rin had just been stronger. More aggressive. Quick to heal and even faster to take offense.
Rin hadn't changed, in those regards.
What Yukio found had changed about his twin was the sense of purpose he carried around on his shoulders. It weighed part of him down, chained to his wrists and ankles and his heart-Rin tried to hide it through strong smiles and even stronger banter, but Yukio could see. He was his brother, for God's sake, of course he'd be able to see through Rin's facades. (Just as easily as Rin saw through Yukio's, surely.)
But despite this weight, Yukio saw that his brother had gained a dedication. A will to improve himself for the sake of...well, everyone. Anyone. Responsibility and danger and hatred were trying to grind him into the floor-yet Rin had straightened his back and turned burning eyes to the ones who had told him "No."
Yukio reasoned that this was why he was so keen on fighting for his brother-Rin was strong, so much stronger than he was, but Rin was also vulnerable.
Rin's power, which could save people, help people-it could also destroy. It could destroy Rin. That is where Yukio found the most irony, in all of this.
In the end, Rin's greatest asset would also be his greatest weakness.
Which was why Yukio planned to stay by his side-as the crybaby, the four-eyes, the younger brother, the intellect, the twin that hadn't inherited any otherworldly powers.
Yukio had to make up for the years that Rin had fought his schoolyard fights for him, after all.