[Because they're brothers? Micchi doesn't understand that at first; he opens his mouth to protest as much, and then he stops.
Isn't that part of what hurt him so much in the first place? He'd told himself it was the way everyone became completely enamoured with niisan after meeting him, because his pure heart and desire to help the entire world shine out of him. Micchi couldn't compare to that, and so he'd gotten jealous and bitter. But Micchi is well aware that nobody can resist how good niisan is. He'd actually been upset that everyone had wanted a piece of Takatora. Of his niisan. He's nobody else's brother, only Micchi's!
So perhaps he does understand how it feels to make that claim of kinship. A little. It means nobody else understands how it felt to have grown up as a Kureshima. Nobody else pushed you on swings, helped you up when you fell, dried your eyes with the pocket square they'd had even when they were a pre-teen.
Micchi blinks, feeling hair tickling his nose and realises that while he's been processing all this at some point he'd flung his arms around niisan's neck, burying his face against niisan's shoulder. He can't agree right now that he believes he's capable of better, but he can cling tight and will it to be true.]
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Isn't that part of what hurt him so much in the first place? He'd told himself it was the way everyone became completely enamoured with niisan after meeting him, because his pure heart and desire to help the entire world shine out of him. Micchi couldn't compare to that, and so he'd gotten jealous and bitter. But Micchi is well aware that nobody can resist how good niisan is. He'd actually been upset that everyone had wanted a piece of Takatora. Of his niisan. He's nobody else's brother, only Micchi's!
So perhaps he does understand how it feels to make that claim of kinship. A little. It means nobody else understands how it felt to have grown up as a Kureshima. Nobody else pushed you on swings, helped you up when you fell, dried your eyes with the pocket square they'd had even when they were a pre-teen.
Micchi blinks, feeling hair tickling his nose and realises that while he's been processing all this at some point he'd flung his arms around niisan's neck, burying his face against niisan's shoulder. He can't agree right now that he believes he's capable of better, but he can cling tight and will it to be true.]