GLASSES.

“You wanna play? THEN LET’S PLAY!”

“Your problems and your existence mean nothing to me, all right? So quit wasting my time.”

“Oi, Yuto, get up already!” Vector shouted, throwing a pillow at his little brother. The older one was now 15, and Yuto himself was 13, and life had gotten better. The Tsukumos took them in, and while Vector pretended he hated the idea, Yuto caught him being friendly to them more times than he could count. Hell, they even made friends- the Barians, Arclights, Number Club, Tenjos, all of them.

And today was one of the biggest events of the year- the New Years Bash at Shark’s house.

“I’m upppp…” Yuto whined, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He and Vector shared a room, mainly because Vector refused to leave his brother alone unless he had no choice. Of course, that meant Yuto would be woken up by a pillow or a textbook to the face every day. Which was better than that man, but you’d think Vector would get bored of it. “C’mon, Shark is already blowing up my duel disk!” Yuma popped his head inside the room, wearing his usual outfit, a sleeveless hoodie, flared white pants, flashy shirt, and fingerless gloves with matching bracelets, the golden key glistening on his chest. Vector himself was wearing a black jacket with white accents, cropped to reveal his white shirt, his black jeans pressed as always, his pink gemstone hanging right outside his jacket..

“Ugh- give me a sec!” Yuto snapped, jumping out of bed and putting on the first thing he could find- a white tank top, black leather jacket with silver accents, and ripped jeans, then slipping on his brother’s bullet necklace and Yuma’s star earrings. “Okay, let’s go!” He smiled, grabbing Yuma’s hand and dragging him outside, Vector following with a smirk on his face.

“Slow down, you hooligans!” He called, voice light with humour.

“How about you speed up, old man?!” Yuma shot back, and Vector playfully scowled at that. “GET BACK HERE TSUKUMO~!” He sang, chasing the youngest brother as Yuto stopped to laugh.