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Too Many Sweets
Oct. 16th, 2017 09:21 pmIt all started with a simple gesture of kindness.
Tatsuya's birthday, the first event for the Suou family after the passing of their mother. Katsuya'd stayed up most of the night reading through his mother's recipe books and old magazines. Taken an extra train to visit the grocery store on his way home from school before working feverishly throughout the afternoon.
The cake was a little bit over mixed, the frosting a tad too sweet but Tatsuya's face had lit up the room when he proclaimed that he loved the cake before stuffing more of it into his chubby cheeks.
That was the day Katsuya decided he'd become the world's best baker, if only to make his little brother smile like that more often. Smiles that were so rare now without their mother. With their father always away with a case. He practiced for every special event. Every holiday. Each time Tatsuya laughed it strengthened Katsuya's resolve. And what's more, he found he loved to bake.
So he baked.
And he decorated.
And then baked some more.
"I don't want any."
Tatsuya's face twisted into a scowl, pushing the plate away. Katsuya made sweets again. He always made sweets. If there was a school event Katsuya baked. If there was a holiday, Katsuya baked. If it was a bad day his big brother baked and Tatsuya could take no more of it. He wrinkled his little nose and pushed himself away from the table.
"But it's your favorite." Katsuya didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? Everything tasted the same as it usually did he thought.
"It was. I'm gonna go play outside till supper."
The elder Suou stared down at the untouched piece of sponge cake on the table for several minutes after his brother had run off out the door. Maybe he had gone too far. With a sigh he pulled the chair back out and sat down at his brother's seat and began eating the piece of cake.
Now how was he supposed to make his brother happy?
Tatsuya's birthday, the first event for the Suou family after the passing of their mother. Katsuya'd stayed up most of the night reading through his mother's recipe books and old magazines. Taken an extra train to visit the grocery store on his way home from school before working feverishly throughout the afternoon.
The cake was a little bit over mixed, the frosting a tad too sweet but Tatsuya's face had lit up the room when he proclaimed that he loved the cake before stuffing more of it into his chubby cheeks.
That was the day Katsuya decided he'd become the world's best baker, if only to make his little brother smile like that more often. Smiles that were so rare now without their mother. With their father always away with a case. He practiced for every special event. Every holiday. Each time Tatsuya laughed it strengthened Katsuya's resolve. And what's more, he found he loved to bake.
So he baked.
And he decorated.
And then baked some more.
"I don't want any."
Tatsuya's face twisted into a scowl, pushing the plate away. Katsuya made sweets again. He always made sweets. If there was a school event Katsuya baked. If there was a holiday, Katsuya baked. If it was a bad day his big brother baked and Tatsuya could take no more of it. He wrinkled his little nose and pushed himself away from the table.
"But it's your favorite." Katsuya didn't understand. Had he done something wrong? Everything tasted the same as it usually did he thought.
"It was. I'm gonna go play outside till supper."
The elder Suou stared down at the untouched piece of sponge cake on the table for several minutes after his brother had run off out the door. Maybe he had gone too far. With a sigh he pulled the chair back out and sat down at his brother's seat and began eating the piece of cake.
Now how was he supposed to make his brother happy?
