#// *screams at Kaiba brothers fluff* MY BABIEEESSS

[shacchou]

@universestreasures asked: (From Mokuba)

He could barely keep his eyes open as the clock struck 10, Mokuba feeling completely spent from hours working on various company related tasks he had been given. Truly, he had taking on more than he should have, and now he was paying the price for it. He was, after all, still a growing boy, a boy that had nowhere near the endurance of his older brother still at work at this late hour.

The younger Kaiba sloppily closes his laptop before he waddles over towards his brother sitting in his chair hard at work. With his eyes half open, he tugs at Seto's sleeve much like he did when they were younger in order to get his attention. "Seto ... Come on ... we gotta ... we gotta get to ... bed ..."

That's when his body finds it self flopping forward, landing on the older brother's lap. Mokuba's arms find themselves clinging to his brother as he makes himself comfortable. Looks like, for the moment, he decided his brother would be his bed since he was too exhuasted to move to his own.

He detected movement from the corner of his eye, but no outward sign of recognition was given beyond a minuscule pause in the constant and rhythmic typing sound. The need for staying alert of his surroundings wasn't overwhelming when the only other person in the room was his brother.

The characteristic tug at his sleeve, along with a swift look at the nearest clock, made him conscious of the boy's intentions, before any word was even said. The action succeeded at making Seto's attention divert from the screen in front of him, to his brother who now stood at his side, cobalt gaze meeting the younger Kaiba's half open eyes, which appeared to be clouded by somnolence. An unsurprising sight. Mokuba was insistent in his attempt at keeping up with the older Kaiba's ruthless schedule, but given his young age, his endurance wasn't nearly as impressive as Seto's.

Before Seto could respond though, Mokuba suddenly fell forward. In what was an instinctual move, his arms flew out to support the boy, further assisting him as the younger Kaiba made himself comfortable by moving to sit on his lap, resting his head on Seto's chest. The position, though certainly one that would limit his own movements, wasn't one the older Kaiba minded. Mokuba was, after all, the one exception in his dislike of physical closeness.

When his arms started to move away from the boy's small form, eyes narrowed upon noticing his brother's cold hands. Almost immediately, his hand reached behind him to pull his blazer which he had previously hanged from the chair, using it as a makeshift blanket by placing it over Mokuba's torso.

For now, he decided, he would turn his attention back to his work to finish the line of code he had been typing down, before pausing again to carry Mokuba to his room. The work at hand was nowhere near done, but he could spare a moment away from it to tuck his brother in bed.

#universestreasures #❛ ♔// ic; [ 社長 ] #// *screams at Kaiba brothers fluff* MY BABIEEESSS #after all the angst I was in dire need of this ;; #❛ ♔// queue; [ 読み込み中 ]