more flowers | seb + maru
◤ Sebastian does not hate his family. For the longest time, he’d felt as if it were quite the opposite-- that certain... individual(s) frowned on him for being different, for being less successful. The oldest, trapped in the shadow of the youngest. Through middle school and high school bullshit, that could be... reasonable. Everyone has those phases, but as he’s grown up and matured, he’s realized there’s a lot he had blinded himself to. ◢
◤ So here he is, walking in to see Maru with, uh... flowers. Because that’s what you do, right? The idea of her dropping like a fly had him reeling, his stomach twisting into every knot he can name, and as they’d brought her out, he was determined to at least... check in? ◢
◤ She’d do it for him. He’s almost certain. ◢
◤ “Uh, hey, Sis...” He’s mumbling. Ugh, why is he mumbling? Is it because he’s embarrassed? Why would he be embarrassed? ◢
◤ “Wanted to... to check on you.” He holds up the flowers. “Y’know. ‘Cause you... yeah...” A clearing of the throat, and he sets the flowers down, looking over her. She might not be in a full body cast, but... “Are you okay? You’re not, like, concussed right?” ◢