May I request the kaibabros being wholesome? 🥺 thanks you!!
here ya go! First time drawing Mokuba.
And if I think I know who you are: Muchas gracias, amigo! enjoy!
(mi español is bad, sorry)
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happy fathers day to seto kaiba and congrats for raising mokuba kaiba. if there is anything to be proud of in your gay life its knowing that you raised the sweetest fucking kid alive
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What to do when you witness your hero cry?
Mokuba leaned heavily on the door. He wanted to barge in and scream to the person hiding behind it. Either that or he just wanted to give him a hug. Tight. And shield him away from all the evil things in the world. But his brother wouldn't let him do that. Seto chose to lock the doors and hid there. Not acknowledging his own brother.
He didn't want his brother to see him cry.
What a fool. Who does he think I am? Mokuba was the only one who shared blood with him. He knew. He had always been. No matter how many closed, locked doors Seto put between them. Mokuba would always know.
And everytime, he couldn't do anything about it. Frustrating.
Mokuba needed to drill into his brother's head: He is not a superhero in movies.
The hero never backs down from any obstacles. The hero never falls and succumb to darkness. The hero always stands tall and everyone loves him. Everyone adores him. He's strong and dependable and mighty.
Seto is all of that, but he's not a hero.
He's just a brother.
The brother who put blanket on him when he sleeps. The brother who teaches him how to play games. The brother who gets angry when he wonders off of his own and didn't tell him. The brother who constantly worried over him. The brother who gets angry at the simplest things.
The brother who loves him.
Little sniffles could be heard through the door. The brother who gets the ugliest cries too. Mokuba chuckled. Big Brother, do you also have snots all over your face right now?
He never liked it when Mokuba did it. But he needs to do this. He knocks.
Silence. Some shuffling. A hoarse voice, "Mokuba." Wasn't even a question. He knew too.
"Hey, Big Bro," half-whispered, "...Want to see me make a parfait?"
More shuffling and the hoarse voice sounded closer now. The door was still closed. "It's 1 AM."
"I know," Mokuba said with a little more mirth, "Isn't it a good time to get some?"
Silence. Seto cleared his throat.
"Well," Mokuba could hear the little smile in there. Maybe a laugh. It made him smile. "You know I never like those. You better make a super special one this time."
Grinning, Mokuba cheerfully waved at the still closed door, "You bet!" And hurried to the kitchen. He knew his brother would soon follow.
It's good enough for now.
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