Jiro sat on the couch next to you as both of you waited for Ichiro to get back. As much as he loved his brother, he hoped he wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

These moments were special, just for the two of you. Even if you weren’t in the apartment for him, at least you were still there. Jiro was just hoping Ichiro would stay out late enough that you’d fall asleep waiting for him, and Jiro would have an excuse to stay close to you, saying that your head needed a pillow and his shoulder just so happened to be conveniently next to you. Then you’d be out cold and you’d miss Ichiro’s return and Jiro wouldn’t have to watch you so obviously be all over his older brother, and he’d get to have you to himself, just for a little bit.

However Jiro knew that wasn’t really gonna happen. You were counting down the hours until Ichiro’s return. He couldn’t blame you. His brother was a legend, he understood why you liked him so much. The thing was, Jiro wanted you to like him like that instead, but all his wishing wouldn’t be enough. Jiro knew that, he just liked to hope.

Jiro might just have been out of luck, so, in the meantime, he’d enjoy you while he had you. He didn’t have much time before his sacred moments with you came to and end. Because when he had you, right against him, watching your mutual favorite movie—which was only his favorite becuase you always watched it with him—Jiro was okay, even for a little while.