It started with the mood swings.
Karamatsu had always wore his heart on his sleeves. Always around to be at his brothers beck and call, helping random women on the street from dickheads, and not letting his families joking get to him because he knew that they all actually cared for him. Not to mention the horrific confidence in himself which drove him into even getting underwear with his face plastered right on the crotch area.
It was what Ichimatsu envied most about Karamatsu, he was everything he wanted to be and more. Sure, he's probably the worst one out of his brothers that torments him, but whenever the blue matsu's ego got the better of himself he didn't know how to properly react other than to put a stop to it before Ichimatsu could break into pieces. He hated comparing himself to him.
But now here is Karamatsu, holding Osomatsu by his collar in front of an entire bar. The cool, collected Karamatsu was raged, shaking the eldest in his hands, blaming him for something that no one could understand as he screamed at him in English, knowing the others wouldn't be able to decipher what he was saying. They were all taken aback by the sudden lunge that they didn't have enough time to stop Karamatsu from bashing his fist into his brother's jaw.
Everything was fine up until they had decided on visiting Chibita, agreeing on having oden for dinner since they hadn't done so in a while, and then drying their wallets out for alcohol at the bar later on. Karamatsu seemed normal up until his brothers told him to eat before they drank, but he reassured them that he wasn't hungry and that he didn't feel like drinking anyway. Osomatsu ordered him a bowl anyway despite his protest.
It was strange. Karamatsu usually never passed up a chance to eat oden. Ichimatsu was the only one too notice the white sheet that covered Karamatsu's face as the plate was put in front of him.
"Are you on a diet or something?" Ichimatsu pushed, seeing as how his older brother was staring at his food with a worried look.
When he heard his voice his composure bounced back. He turned to Ichimatsu with a smirk and held up his dark shades.
"Ah yes my dear, Ichimatsu. I no longer crave the sweetness of Chibita's delicious cuisine. My body's a temple, and I must look out for myself if I want to live up to my beautiful Karamatsu Girl's expectations." Ichimatsu threw up in his mouth a little.
"You might wanna be careful on those shrimp chips as well then, they aren't any better." Ichimatsu informed, ignoring Chibita's defense on how oden can take out shrimp chips any day.
There was the switch again. Karamatsu now looked off in shame, deep in a thought. "No need to worry about those," he said quietly. He hesitated with taking the first bite, not wanting to waste Chibita's cooking.
Ichimatsu gazed in shock at the stranger standing before him assaulting the oldest. He knew he wasn't drunk, the oden surely absorbed everything. This isn't like you, Shittymatsu.
Osomatsu hadn't said anything to him either, surprisingly, and there weren't any insults towards him at all during this time. He had been sitting with his head down and his eyes focused on his drink, with every minute passing he had seemed to be getting more annoyed.
And then bam, Osomatsu tried to find his footing before dropping to his knees, blood mixed with alcohol covering his shirt. It was completely out of nowhere and unexpected.
Karamatsu's eyes were dark and sharp, his pupils barely noticeable. His mouth was wide open with heavy pants, blood trickling down his lip from biting on it for the past hour. It sent shivers down Ichimatsu's spine. Karamatsu grabbed his leather jacket and left before the others could do anything.
Never has he seen his older brother lash out like this, and something in Ichimatsu's stomach began to eat itself. He placed his palms against his eyes to calm himself down.
He was terrified.
