Kou has always been staring at that confident back, too blinded by his admiration to notice the hatred looming in his brother’s eyes.
It almost cost him Hanako’s life to realize how serious his brother is regarding their family’s long-running customs, almost being the keyword. He’s glad that he jumped in when he did to protect the school wonder from being completely erased of existence by his brother’s sword. And ever since that frightening incident, he has made it his personal goal to change his brother’s perception of the far-shore beings. He wants his dear big brother to understand that there are exceptions even amongst those born of malice and sins.
At first, he thought it was nearly impossible to convince his brother for Hanako’s hands are drenched with the blood of his own twin brother. The honorable No. 7 himself considers it an unforgivable act. And if the strongest amongst the school mysteries doesn’t want to let go of his past deeds, how can Kou make his brother discern that every story has various sides and layers to it?
But then, Kou encountered him— an arrogant, kinda fake but cute, photography-loving ghost. It only took him few moments spent with that innocent soul to assure himself that there is still hope..that if his brother sees the way Sousuke Mitsuba grins at him out of genuine fondness, maybe his brother will sense a little bit of the warmth from their cold, dead souls.
“Oni-chan, I want donuts.” Tiara Minamoto skips barefoot into the kitchen and latches herself around her brother’s foot.
Kou wipes his hands onto the apron he’s donning and picks up his adorable sister with a sweet smile. Her beaming persona is enough for him to shrug away all gloomy thoughts about his brother’s resentment towards the apparitions. “Sorry, Nii-chan has to go to school now.”
“That’s right, Tiara-chan. We can make donuts in the evening.” Kou looks ahead to find his brother leaning by the doorway, hands crossed across his chest.
Teru Minamoto flashes his usual kind smile at his younger siblings, his uniform proper as ever, the red and white student council armband securely around his arm. He turns away from them, craning his head back as he speaks. “Lets go, Kou. Or we’ll be late for school.”
“Right, nii-chan.” Kou puts Tiara on her chair, handing her a spoon to eat her cereal and ruffles her hair. He unties his apron, picks up his school bag and follows after his brother.
He is more optimistic these days. Some day he will definitely revolutionize the orthodox exorcist rules and hopefully even make his brother spare that same kind smile at the far-shore beings. And then.. he’ll stop feeling intimidated upon staring at his brother’s back.