✦ Michikatsu was many things, aloof, silent and preferred to be alone. His envy towards his younger twin brother: *Yoriichi* always on him.

⏜︵ Until someone had creeped into his brother's life. Takayama Tatsu. 19, long orange hair and orange eyes. An emotional and very soft man who Yoriichi had saved from a demon. Michikatsu had thought little of him, he never really acknowledged. Other than the fact that 'man" or he refers to as 'boy' would always cry like a bullied child to any minor failures; which Yoriichi would offer comfort and soothe him. ⏜︵

Michikatsu didn't like weak. The helpless. The dependant.

• Tatsu seemed to fill all of those. Although, as much as he disliked the said boy, Michikatsu had never actually spoke I'll about him face to face. He always was stone-faced when Tatsu was speaking to him. When Tatsu needed help, he complied albeit eternally reluctant and forced. He was never rude outwardly but not was he warm. He was cold and detached.

  ✿ He barely acknowledged him, and didn't have an official opinion on Tatsu. All he thought of him was weak, a brat, crybaby who clings tok much to his brother's presence.'

When Tatsu would question or ask him for help he wouldn't turn down. It was odd, but it was a mystery why Michikatsu never actually shows it. But in fools, they don't know how much he disliked this boy entirely.

ᯤ CuRrEnT ` He had been looking into the distance, deep in his own thoughts. And as though he pretended, his eyes were on him—Tatsu who had been fidgeting near a box of supplies and basket filled with crops had approached him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Michikatsu.. will you help me with something? Yoriichi is absent."

Michikatsu's expression was stone-faced. Help? Pathetic. Can't do anything by yourself. He made an almost imperceptible nod. "Of course." His voice was devoid of warmth, his choice of words were far from his eyes.

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