Choso remained silent for a moment, allowing Yuji’s words to settle between them.
He didn’t interrupt—not when his brother stumbled over his thoughts, not when his voice faltered, and certainly not when he admitted something so deeply personal.
‘you’re quiet’
Yuji had stopped when he’d heard him, staring at his hands where he’d been fiddling with a broken watch, he sets it down on the counter, avoiding looking at Choso as he leans his back against it, crossing his arms over his chest.
“If you want answers, I’ll help you find them. If you decide you don’t want them, I’ll stay beside you anyway.”
A quiet breath escaped him.
“You’re my little brother, Yuji. Whatever you find out about yourself won’t change that.”
He paused, then added more quietly,