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When Osomatsu went out more often, his brothers didn’t care.
“He’s probably out playing pachinko,” Todomatsu dismissed, still texting on his phone.
“Or at the horse races!” Jyushimatsu exclaimed, bouncing around the walls of the house.
When Osomatsu started to stay home instead of joining them in the bath house, his brothers didn’t care.
“Probably went earlier,” Choromatsu muttered, flipping through his work magazine. “On another note, have you noticed? Totoko-chan hasn’t asked us to see one of her concerts in awhile…”
“Yes, my burazza ! I have noticed that our darling Totoko-chan has been shying away from us, this past fortnite-”
“Shut up, shittymatsu!” Ichimatsu growled, grabbing Choromatsu’s work magazine and throwing it at the second eldest.
“Onii-chan’s home, everyone~!” The declaration from their eldest brother drew the remaining siblings’ attention.
“Where were you, Osomatsu-nii-san?” Choromatsu asked, sighing as he went over to grab his magazine from where it lay.
“Ah,” Osomatsu rubbed his nose, “j-just out with Totoko-cha-a-n!” The wincing on each of Osomatu’s uncharacteristic stutters did not go unnoticed by any of his brothers.
“What’s wrong with your legs, Osomatsu-nii-san?” Jyushimatsu chirped from where he was lying on the floor. The second eldest looked up from his mirror, eyes focusing on the eldest brother’s legs.
“Aniki, are you alright?” Karamatsu asked, removing his sunglasses, worry tinging his tone.
“Yeah, shitty eldest,” Todomatsu chirped, looking over. “If we have to take you to the hospital, it’ll be a drain on our finances.”
“So cruel, Totty~ You’re such a dry monster!” Osomatsu fell onto Todomatsu, looking slightly relieved as his weight shifted from his feet to his back. “Don’t worry, Kara, Cherry, your onii-chan’s just fine!”
“Oi!” Choromatsu’s and Todomatsu’s indignant shouts filled the room, as Osomatsu’s leg injuries slipped from their minds.
It was three weeks later.
The sextuplets had been lounging around in the living room, when Todomatsu broke the silence.
“There’s a showing of the Cinderella, but as a ballet, coming around town soon,” Osomatsu stiffened. “I kinda want to go and see it-”
“No!” All eyes went to Osomatsu, who looked panicked. “I mean, you wouldn’t want to see it, it’s really dumb. Trust your onii-chan, guys!” He grinned.
The younger brothers all looked at each other, sharing the same thought. ‘ We’re going to see this play.’
“Whatever.” Ichimatsu stood up. “Come on, Jyushimatsu. Let’s play baseball.”
“Baseball?” Jyushimatsu perked up, before running out to join his older brother.
“I’ve got to go, as well~ Atushi is waiting for me.” Todomatsu left the room, still texting away on his phone.
“I’ve got to go see my Karamatsu girls and boys!” Karamatsu rushed out, leaving Choromatsu and Osomatsu in the room.
“Oi, Fappymatsu-”
“Don’t call me that, and I’m leaving too, before you ask anything.” Choromatsu glared. “I have a job interview to get to.”
“...Alright.” Osomatsu mumbled as he watched his old partner-in-crime leave the room.
They were all leaving him. He needed to escape.
His feet ached.
Osomatsu grinned.
“This better be worth it,” Choromatsu huffed. “These tickets cost 3,000 yen each after all.”
“Ballet! Ballet!” Jyushimatsu cheered, clapping his sleeved hands as they moved inside the theater.
“Trust me, whatever blackmail we’re going to get on Osomatsu-nii-san is worth it.” Todomatsu grinned slyly.
“Who knows, maybe we will see our darling
buraza
on stage, as he weaves a beautiful dance worthy of many gorgeous roses, in his signature color-”
“I did not pay 3,000 yen to hear Shittymatsu talk painfully during this performance.” Ichimatsu grouched, hugging ESP kitty tighter to his chest.
“Where- How- Ichimatsu!” Choromatsu blanched at the cat lying peacefully in Ichimatsu’s arms. “How did you even-”
“Don’t say a word, Fappymatsu.” The fourth brother warned.
“Stop calling me that!”
“No fighting!” Jyushimatsu chirped.
“Listen to Jyushimatsu-nii-san, guys.” Todomatsu huffed. “People are staring, and it’s already enough that I have to be seen in public with you all.”
“Todomatsu, my dear
brother
, we all know that you cannot resist spending time with those you love with your bleeding heart-”
“Karamatsu-nii-san, I swear to Akatsuka-sensei I will murder you if you finish that sentence-”
“Guys, hush! It’s starting.” Choromatsu scolded, as they all turned and watched… Osomatsu move across the stage, legs moving, flowing across the stage as he sang and acted out the part of primadonna ballerina.
“That can’t be Osomatsu.” Todomatsu whispered, jaw slack.
“It is.” Karamatsu muttered back, voice quiet and painless.
They watched as Osomatsu danced through the play, as he crossed the stage, falling into Totoko’s arms. Apparently, she was the prince.
“So this is why she hasn’t been hosting any idol concerts lately,” Choromatsu muttered.
“Mhm. Osomatsu-nii-san’s really pretty, huh, Ichimatsu-nii-san?” Jyushimatsu’s usually loud voice was quiet for once.
“...Yeah.” Ichimatsu mumbled back, hugging ESP kitty tighter.
They watched as the two performed a pas de deux, flowing together effortlessly-
-and before they knew it, the play was over. The dancers encored.
“...we’re confronting Osomatsu about this, right?” Todomatsu muttered.
The reply he got was a resounding yes from his other brothers.
The five returned home quietly, awaiting their eldest brother’s return
“I’m home~” Osomatsu called, wincing at his sore feet. “Man,” he mumbled. “The performance really did a number on my legs. Whatever, ‘least I got paid. Totoko-chan’s so strong~” Osomatsu grinned, recalling how his friend effortlessly lifted him above her head.
Walking towards the living room, Osomatsu opened the door towards the dark room. Frowning, he peered inside. It was way too early for all his brothers to be asleep, and he hadn’t seen them at the show, so what-
A lamp flickered on, revealing Choromatsu staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face.
“...is this an intervention?” Osomatsu asked, trying to stop himself from laughing. “If it is, then I think the only one who needs an intervention is you, Fappy-”
“Shut up, Osomatsu!” Choromatsu’s face heated. Another lamp clicked on, revealing Karamatsu.
“Non non, Choromatsu, there is no need for the brightly burning flames of anger, dear brother . No, aniki, this is not an intervention of that kind, though fate has-”
“Shut up, Shittymatsu.” Ichimatsu’s face, illuminated by a flashlight, glared at the second eldest. Osomatsu snorted. “Shut it, shitty eldest. You’re not off the hook yet.”
“Nope! Not off the hook at all, this is strike one, Osomatsu-nii-san!” Jyushimatsu flicked on his lamp, nearly knocking it over in the process. “Two more strikes, and you’re out!”
“Strike one, huh…” Osomatsu repeated, an eyebrow raised. “How come?”
“You know why, Osomatsu-nii-san.” Todomatsu flicked on his lamp - how many lamps did they even have? Osomatsu was sure they had less than this - a pout marring his face. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Tell you what?” Osomatsu nervously repeated, eyes flickering down to the floor. There was no way, they weren’t even there-
“You’re a ballerina, nii-san!” Jyushimatsu bounced on his seat.
Oh.
Oh.
They knew. “You know.” The words fell out of his mouth against his will, against the urge to deny, deny, deny .
“Why didn’t you tell us, Osomatsu?” Choromatsu’s voice sounded disappointed, Osomatsu seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
“...” Osomatsu kicked the ground awkwardly, shrugging, his gaze locked on the ground.
“You can tell us, aniki,” Karamatsu, who had abandoned his painful speech, encouraged with a smile.
“Like Shittymatsu said.” Ichimatsu muttered.
“iwasworriedyoudthinkitwasstupid.” He mumbled out quickly.
“What?” Todomatsu frowned.
“You’re gonna make me repeat it again? Totty, you dry monster!” Osomatsu whined.
“Shut up, shitty eldest!” The youngest shouted. “That’s not what I meant- you spoke too fast!”
“As much as I don’t want to agree with Todomatsu, he’s right- you spoke way too fast, Osomatsu-nii-san.”
“Fine… I said…” Osomatsu kicked the ground, clearly uncomfortable. “I said, I was worried you’d think it was… stupid.”
Silence reigned. Osomatsu closed his eyes, bracing himself. He could take any of there insults-
“Idiotic eldest!”
“Absolutely stupid.”
“Really stupid!”
“Absolutely absurd, aniki!”
“You’re an idiot.”
Osomatsu blanched. “So cruel, guys!”
“Don’t say stupid things, then!” Choromatsu snapped. “Did you really think we’d insult you over that!? You have much worse aspects to insult you over!”
“Yeah, nii-san! You’re the most shitty person in this whole universe, maybe even multiverse,” Todomatsu ignored his older brother’s indiginat gasp. “but even I can tell you’re a damn good ballerina.”
“Yes, buraza! Your form was wonderful, your legs dazzling as you danced like you were possessed by the most graceful angels-”
Osomatsu keeled over. “Painful! Painful, my spleen!” He laughed.
“Don’t worry, onii-san,” Jyushimatsu chirped, rushing over to the eldest. “I think you were really pretty! Make sure to invite me to the next one, m’kay?”
“Don’t worry, Jysuhi, I will.” Osomatsu grinned at his younger brother. A shadow fell over him. Looking up, Osomatsu saw Ichimatsu. Grinning at the fourth brother, he stood. “Ichimacchan-”
“You were good.” Ichimatsu muttered. “Invite me too.” Osomatsu grinned, before hugging the younger.
“So cute, Ichima~chan!”
“Get off, shitty eldest!” Ichimatsu’s blush didn’t go unnoticed.
Osomatsu laughed, tears pricking.
“Nii-san?!”
“Don’t worry,” Rubbing the underside of his nose, tears streaming down his face, Osomatsu laughed. “I’m just really happy!”