[Sure enough, Kenzo sits on the bed with his legs dangling off the edge. He looks over at Tsukishima briefly, but it's more of a nervous gesture than anything - after Tsukishima's strong words about the importance of telling Koushi the truth, he doesn't expect any leeway from that direction.
Finally, he lets out a big sigh and looks up from his hands, which are folded politely in his lap, into his brother's face.]
Some guys at school, they... um, they've been giving me a hard time. For awhile. Mostly just saying things they think will make me mad or hurt me. And the school counsellor said it'd stop if I just stayed calm and didn't give them what they wanted, b-but...
[A shadow settles over Suga's gentle features as his mind races with the possibilities: Kenzo wasn't limping, he's got no visible bruises, he was wearing his bookbag normally without any signs of pain, so was it physically bullying? Or something worse, some nasty psychological seed that could really take root in his brother's brilliant, delicate mind? It's difficult to stay quiet while Kenzo works up the nerve to say more, but Suga just sets his jaw and waits out the silence.]
... today they followed me around after school and waited until I left the music club room... and when I tried to get past them, they chased me up to the third floor so I couldn't get to an exit... all I could think to do was... was close myself into a supply closet...
[That's when Kenzo breaks down again, tears streaming down his face as he sinks back into that feeling of terror and helplessness. Immediately, Suga's up and out of his chair to sit beside Kenzo and wrap an arm around him.]
It's alright. You're safe now, okay? [Giving Kenzo a moment to pull himself together, Suga directs his next question to Tsukki:] Where do you come into this?
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Finally, he lets out a big sigh and looks up from his hands, which are folded politely in his lap, into his brother's face.]
Some guys at school, they... um, they've been giving me a hard time. For awhile. Mostly just saying things they think will make me mad or hurt me. And the school counsellor said it'd stop if I just stayed calm and didn't give them what they wanted, b-but...
[A shadow settles over Suga's gentle features as his mind races with the possibilities: Kenzo wasn't limping, he's got no visible bruises, he was wearing his bookbag normally without any signs of pain, so was it physically bullying? Or something worse, some nasty psychological seed that could really take root in his brother's brilliant, delicate mind? It's difficult to stay quiet while Kenzo works up the nerve to say more, but Suga just sets his jaw and waits out the silence.]
... today they followed me around after school and waited until I left the music club room... and when I tried to get past them, they chased me up to the third floor so I couldn't get to an exit... all I could think to do was... was close myself into a supply closet...
[That's when Kenzo breaks down again, tears streaming down his face as he sinks back into that feeling of terror and helplessness. Immediately, Suga's up and out of his chair to sit beside Kenzo and wrap an arm around him.]
It's alright. You're safe now, okay? [Giving Kenzo a moment to pull himself together, Suga directs his next question to Tsukki:] Where do you come into this?