K.u

This is fucking killinggg me, idk why I never entertained the concept of Yoichi being an anti, but u bring up a good point... it really doesn't help that Zen was "badly" influenced after reading that FICTIONAL superhero comic. Which I think can also be applied to Zen (can't differentiate from fiction and reality), except he dgaf and directly perpetuates the myth that video games cause violence lmao

Yoichi stared blankly at the ceiling, he felt every muscle in his body ache but he didn't regret anything. When his big brother would leave for whatever business, Yoichi would go out and get fucked by any guy he wanted. His already weak body was pushed to limits to tend to the needs of men atop him, to tend to his own needs. He'd been snuggled into bed for two days now. Content. Thankfully his brother had a business trip so he would be well for a while.

A curse escapes Yoichi's lips once he was conscious enough to see all the kissed bruises that had tainted his skin, hopefully being gone when his brother arrived. Too weak to even shower himself Yoichi continued in bed, fully nude. A liberty he only granted himself when Zen was away. Especially upon Zen's interference in his sleep, wanting to be far too close than what Yoichi was comfortable with.

A door slammed open, Yoichi snapped his head towards his bedroom door where a large figure stood. His breath hitched as he covered himself up. Clearly his brother was in a bad mood. Of all the times he could've been... Dread crept up Yoichi's neck as he looked at his big brother, ensuring himself covered.

"Do you need something, nii-san?" Yoichi asked innocently, his brother would never even imagine how dirty he had been as of recently. The look in Zen's eyes was all he needed to know. Comfort. Something Yoichi couldn't afford to give without possibly getting caught. "Uhm... Give me a second to put some clothes on-" Zen, however, had already started making his way to Yoichi. "Nii-san, wait..." Yoichi gripped onto his blanket tighter, covering half his face with the soft material now.

"What are you hiding now?" Zen's cool voice finally erupted. He grabbed onto the sheet of fabric despite Yoichi's protests. "Nii-san... Stop!" Pulling it away sent Yoichi's body recoiling back, his head hit his pillow and revealed all the love marks that cluttered Yoichi's skin. Yoichi gasped at the cold air hitting his skin before watching Zen's eyes narrowing. "I can explain-!"

"Is someone... bullying you?"

Eh?

Yoichi realised quickly how uninterested Zen was in any form of relationships whether romantic or sexual so it was likely he didn't even know what hickeys were or why his body looked the way it did. Some pride pooled in Yoichi's chest knowing he got laid before his big brother.

"I'm just super clumsy these days." Yoichi replied wanting to keep his cool. It seemed Zen thankfully bought it as he collapsed on top of Yoichi, pulling him closer. "Ah! Nii-san I'm naked!" Yoichi shrieked trying to push him off. "When was the last time you took a shower, Yoichi?" Zen asked, sniffing his brothers hair. Yoichi still trying to push him off let out a strained reply. "I don't know, I'll take one tomorrow."

A sigh escaped Zen's lips, the hot breath hit Yoichi's skin. "This won't do." Zen shot up and began stripping. The smaller twin was hit with shock, his mind in the gutters.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Well, I cannot shower with clothes on. Can I?"

"You don't have to do it in front of me, dummy!"

"We're twins, it is fine."

"No, it isn't! Go shower somewhere else!"

"How will you shower then? You are too weak to even get up. As always, you need nii-chan to help you with every little thing."

Yoichi hated how right he was. It was always normal for them to shower together, especially since Yoichi was prone to fainting quite often. It was always his big brother who had done everything for Yoichi up till now. Yoichi let out a scoff, pouting of how unfair it all was. Yoichi wanted to be able to get strong but his body wouldn't allow for it, even while having sex it was his partners who had to do everything for him. It made Yoichi feel quite guilty as well as embarrassed.

Once Zen had fully undressed, his clothes tossed to the floor, he gracefully lifted Yoichi up with ease. Pink dusted on the frail man's cheeks, his eyes anywhere but on his brother. Their bodies pressed against one another with familiarity. Yoichi hated how even as a grown man his big brother felt the need to carry him like this. He remembered how happy he once was when his brother would carry him instead of dragging him around by his wrist uncaring whether he could keep up.

Zen entered the bathroom, placing Yoichi in the large tub. He started some warm water before entering himself. He moved so that he could be able to easily access Yoichi's body, which turned away from him. Zen could easily envelope Yoichi's small waist and torso, he was a large man. "Yoichi." The older twin called out, needing Yoichi's submission, he grabbed onto Yoichi's waist and pulled him on his lap.

It was utterly embarrassing even if there was nobody there. The warm water sloshed at Yoichi's toes. Yoichi rested his head onto Zen's shoulder. Submission, as Zen had wanted. Zen washed Yoichi thoroughly, every bruise and crevice of his body. Admiring it, an odd satisfaction came from seeing the body lathered in soap. Yoichi immediately noticed a shift though. Zen stopped scrubbing as a dark look stared on Yoichi's neck that was once covered by his hair. Yoichi's hand immediately snapped up to it, hoping to cover what Zen had already seen.

Yoichi didn't know what was there, he hadn't looked at the mirror in days from exhaustion. "Someone bit you." Zen finally said, turning the water off. It had only begun to settle around Zen's hips. "Oh." Yoichi thought of trying to think of an answer good enough to satisfy Zen. His eyes clamped shut as he bit his lips. "In fact... You've been lying to me from the beginning, otouto."

Fuck.

"I have been hearing you have been leaving home when I am not around."

He knew.

Yoichi's heart dropped, Zen's hands held onto him suffocatingly tight. Yoichi stammered, trying to think. "How long did you think you could keep this up?" Zen asked almost mockingly.

"Nii-san! I didn't mean to-" Yoichi started but he couldn't finish. Zen forced Yoichi under him, enough so that his head could be above water. Many thoughts went through Yoichi's mind and he didn't even want to look down to see the beast between his brothers legs that hung low. "Did not mean to what? Betray me?" Zen asked coldly.

"Betray? It's my own private life! Why are you always going into my personal things?!" Yoichi's voice cracked with the injustice of it all. But was it really injustice? Or maybe the consequences of his own actions. "Your life is my life, Yoichi. You are mine." Zen spoke with worrying calmness. Yoichi's breath hitched when Zen lifted his hips and spread his legs around his torso. "N-nii-san..."

"You want a fucking so badly? You can have one at home without letting flith touch you." The vulgar words that left Zen's mouth wasn't like any Yoichi had heard before. "What are you saying..." It was shocking and absolutely disgusting. They were brothers. "I am saying maybe it is time you started giving back all I have given you." Zen's hands finally let go of Yoichi. He held his member out on Yoichi, it was massive, hitting Yoichi's belly button.

It was frightening. A gasp left Yoichi, it was the biggest he'd seen yet. It was scary, that thing could rip him in two. "Nii-san... No- Don't do this please." Tears finally pricked those beautiful green eyes. Zen felt his dick harden. "You are so pretty." Zen caressed his little brother almost affectionately. "I'll make you feel good. Okay?" The look in his eyes were dangerous, and Yoichi knew he wouldn't have a choice on the matter at all.

"O-okay nii-san..."

(Ch. 407)

[Who are you?! Get away from him!]

AFO looked at Kudo and wanted him to get away from Yoichi.

[He's mine! Look at me!]

AFO, in his own head, seems to be telling Kudo that Yoichi belonged to him. That 'Look at me' could have been directed at Kudo rather than Yoichi, or both of them.

[If you stop being mine... then-]

AFO is realizing Kudo is again, taking Yoichi away from him, this time right in front of AFO. Kudo is holding Yoichi's hand. It sounds more like AFO is panicking here

Rather than thinking of the narration being toward Yoichi, what if it's toward Kudo the entire time?

Imagine the below in the context talking toward Kudo rather than Yoichi

1. AFO doesn't know who Kudo is, and wants him to get away from Yoichi

(this also implies terrible security or something because how does AFO not know who Kudo is? Kudo took his most valuable person two months ago. Maybe Kudo and Bruce literally killed their way to Yoichi and left no witnesses?)

2. AFO proclaiming that Yoichi is his, not Kudo's

3. Insisting to Kudo that Yoichi belongs to AFO

4. AFO getting mad that Kudo doesn't look at him, when everyone always looked at him when he showed himself, even back as a Meta orphan (read: threat)

5. AFO's fear or panic because Kudo is taking his first gift (Yoichi)

So, this is my interpretation of what happened here, because AFO puts focus on Kudo:

AFO MISFIRED.

(Ch. 407, 408)

Yoichi was behind Kudo.

Yoichi was behind Kudo when AFO aimed at them!! Yoichi was the slower runner that Kudo was dragging along, so if AFO aimed for Kudo, he would have hit Yoichi first! And that spatial Meta sure doesn't look like a grabbing-type!

AFO is jealous and possessive, sure, but he never imagined a world without Yoichi. He literally describes it as [the world lost all color] when he felt Yoichi's Factor shatter. Yoichi was his only attachment for living; his reason to live.

(Ch. 421)

AFO is extremely co-dependent to Yoichi. He might even think they're one and the same, being twins / half of each other (their original Factors imply All For One [the Quirk] was something that could've been passed down, but had split into two). He doesn't care about life if Yoichi isn't in it.

So why would he ever go down the 'If I can't have you, no one can' route? AFO would have given Yoichi all the allowances in the world to be alive, no matter how many times he ran away or fought back.

To AFO, he wants Yoichi with him. He even went through the trouble of finding a weak-enough Factor that even Yoichi could take. I don't think AFO ever saw Yoichi's death as a possibility. He'd lock him up, let Yoichi starve himself, knew Yoichi was frail, but it never occurred to him that Yoichi might die.

AFO gave Yoichi a Factor - something known to be physically-taxing and possibly incompatible - when Yoichi was on hunger strike in the vault. That should have killed Yoichi, in my opinion.

AFO never imagined Yoichi's death as possible. He blamed Kudo, clung to Yoichi's leftover hand, chased down a Factor across generations, and was so in denial that he repressed the memory of who really killed Yoichi.

AFO is vague and twists stories a lot. His narration here is purposely vague by the author, because it can be addressed to Kudo or Yoichi, or both

It's already been mentioned that vagueness regarding OFA is on purpose. AFO and his background is very closely-tied to OFA.

In the first panel, it's only Yoichi that AFO sees. The moment Kudo shows up, AFO addresses him instead. Narration is toward Yoichi and Kudo, but in the final panel, where both of them are gone, the narration cuts off.

Once Yoichi vanished, Kudo himself also vanished. AFO only saw the hand that was left behind.

An example of AFO changing the narrative to fit what he wants it to be:

(Ch. 408)

The line about his tears is AFO about when he killed Kudo, right after Kudo told him that AFO was the one who killed Yoichi.

AFO cried in silent rage / grief, AND THEN CLAIMED IT WAS SO A DEAD GUY (KUDO) WOULD BE CONFUSED???

KUDO SMILED HE DAMN KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON THE WHOLE TIME. HE DIED WITH A VICTORY OVER HIM (different from the other victory of getting Yoichi's Factor away)

Ahem.

Going back to this,

This is the most honest we see AFO narrate anything relating to Yoichi. AFO isn't a reliable narrator; he writes himself up as a cool, evil guy who has complete understanding and control of everything he's ever done ever. And here, we see what's likely the most 'real' we get of him. AFO is panicking, confused, and sounds like a kid.

2. To me, AFO is basically a chuunibiyo who never grew out of his phase, because he was never allowed to grow up properly, whether by society (lack of support systems) or by himself.

He calls himself 'Demon Lord'. He refused to read the comic book ending because he didn't like the Demon Lord (his favorite character) losing. He named himself 'Zen', which to me feels like the equivalent of first-time-OCs named 'Yuki' or 'Ebony'. He monologues all over the place about how evil and amazing and smart he is.

(All Might even calls him out on trying to be cool. I point it out more in the latter half of this post)

Isn't the chuunibiyo phase something about wanting to be something greater than you are, trying to prove your importance, and needing attention from people? That's what it looks like to me, at least.

3. Unrelated at this point to the post's main point (AFO didn't mean to kill Yoichi) I also think AFO is autistic. Someone else made an amazing post about it that convinced me, but I can't find it. Something about how he's extremely particular, only wears one type of clothing (suits), hates when things don't match what he thinks they were, forces his narrative so it matches what he thinks it should be like, his default expression is blank, having to learn how to facially-express emotion and not smiling until he was like 12, being nonverbal when Yoichi himself had learned to talk by then, hitting Yoichi back because it's only fair and he thought it was the rational response when you didn't like something,

(Ch. 407)

-having a huge obsession over a comic book series to the point he shaped his entire life and identity upon it, genuinely putting in effort to learn how to interact with people and behave like a normal person while Yoichi understood mercy, empathy, and the benefit of the doubt from a young age (lack of social interaction may have also been a factor here though) , being all 'look at my friends / followers, Yoichi! They all love me!' and Yoichi going 'You've manipulated them' or something- a lot of stuff, y'know

Well.

Summary

AFO did not kill Yoichi on purpose. He would never kill Yoichi on purpose. Nor was it out of 'If I can't have you, no one can'.

AFO may have been focused more on Kudo / was narrating toward Kudo the whole time (purposely vague on the addressed target)

AFO aimed for Kudo, but misfired because Yoichi was behind Kudo when AFO aimed

Yoichi is AFO's reason to live. Why would AFO purposely kill his sole attachment to life?

AFO is an unreliable narrator, but was pretty honest when he accidentally killed Yoichi.

AFO is an eternal chuunibiyo

Warnings for Incest (duh), past rape, Zen and uh prolly other stuff.

Zen x Yoichi - A Beautifully Rotten Dream From An Unforgiving Brother.

He was back there again. The vault. The place in which he'd vividly remember the happenings within. He knew each wall intimately despite not having been the one he trapped within the cold desolate box. He wasn't alone. Frail arms wrapped around his neck, gentle. Pale and slender, as he always was. The one he found himself forgiving every time he'd do something upsetting. It wasn't the endearing possession of his that needed forgiving now. What he did that day, what he'd lost. Refusing to even think it was his own fault. He didn't turn around to face the loving face behind him, perhaps out of guilt he'd never acknowledge.

He wanted to see that face nonetheless. The one whom stayed with him from the moment they risen from the decayed river bank. Yoichi. His most beloved possession. His. Nobody else's. His breath hitched, turning to face those admirable green eyes. The face of love-

Disgust. Contempt. Utter hatred. That was all that was reflected upon the face of his once pitiful little brother. Despite all that, Yoichi had a glow about him. A white light softly emitting from his naked form. Even the look of disappointment on his soft features were ethereal. The shock had briefly caused Zen's eyes to widen. "Yoichi..." He spoke, a smile immediately appearing on his lips. He steadied himself to take hold of the small body, trapping him in his large arms.

Yoichi didn't fight back, instead stared at him in blank disinterest. Zen soaked the sight of Yoichi's nakedness, feeling his trousers tightening. A reaction rarely anyone had brought out in the man. "Aren't you ashamed?" A mocking voice finally rang out. It paused the larger man in place before turning to look at the smug face under him. "You've got such a big boner just from looking at your little brother."

It was nothing like Yoichi. The pitiful brother that often held his head down against Zen unless it came to the wellness of others. Yet somehow it fit him. Like he had every right to act in such a way. "Ashamed? It's only natural for a big brother to appreciate what's his." His tone resolute yet playful, Zen stroked Yoichi's hair waiting for his little brother to darken. But he didn't. Rather, he pressed into Zen, his hand on his bulge. A purposeful promiscuousness he'd never thought Yoichi owned present on his face.

"You truly are disgusting, big brother." The small dainty hand pressed harder on Zen's crotch, a moan escaped him. Yoichi said such things when he was alive as well. Calling Zen all kinds of names in fits of anger, but this felt different. Yoichi would never touch Zen like this. Not even if Zen were to beg him. Yoichi's voice wasn't of anger this time, it was an observation. Cool and calm. Like he'd seen into the depths of Zen's heart and casually commented on it.

Zen arched forward, his face dangerously close to Yoichi's, who didn't waver. His green eyes stared at him in the worst ways, like he had Zen figured out. Like he knew things Zen didn't. "Yoichi-" Hands went down his trousers, grabbing onto his hard cock. A gasp escaped Zen's lips with a heat he'd been attempting to contain since Yoichi's loss. Even now Zen wanted to keep composure. A scoff left Yoichi at the sight. "Pathetic." He said, his lips almost touching his big brothers. Zen couldn't bring himself to kiss him, lost in the pleasure of his dick being jerked by his twin.

He couldn't bring himself to be angry at the comment, his hips moving into the soft hands of his little brother. Speechless, his breath heavy. He could see Yoichi's smirk from the corner of his eye. Zen let out a sharp exhale, his hands grasping into Yoichi, and once he was off balance Yoichi shoved him to the ground. "Gah!- Yoichi, what is the meaning of this?!" Zen yelled out after he'd reached the floor, legs sprawled out. And dick still hard.

"Silly big brother... You know you have nobody to blame but yourself right?" Yoichi walked closer to Zen, who was paralysed. Unable to move. "The fact you're so entrenched in the idea of having me makes you all the more pitiful.." Yoichi slid down onto his knees and be crawled between his older brothers legs. His tone reminded Zen of how he used to talk to Yoichi. Degrading, mocking and nothing but the harsh truth. He didn't know how to react. He didn't know what to say.

Yoichi began peeling Zen's trousers off with his underwear, his cock sprang to life with precum oozing from the tip. It splattered on the cool hard ground of the vault, bringing back memories of Yoichi. The real Yoichi. His desperate pleas and cries as his own release from Zen's harsh treatment was denied. Yoichi, the Yoichi that treated Zen as if he were a speck of dirt, face hovered over his big brothers cock. It was huge. Yoichi's eyes would leak excessively as well as roll back, his lips would stretch obscenely around it turning him purple from the lack of air. Zen needed those pretty pink lips on him again. As soon as possible.

Zen nudged Yoichi closer to his cock, his hand tangled into Yoichi's hair now instinctively. A kiss landed on his testicles, cold rather than loving. Soon he peppered the whole member with them smiling seductively at Zen throughout. It drove him crazy. "Fuck- Yoichi... You are so fucking pretty..." He murmured. Recalling how reluctant Yoichi would be to even touch it. It was endearing and he missed having to force himself into the betweens of the thin pale thighs as Yoichi thrashed around pleading for him to stop. This was a nice change though.

Yoichi took the needy cock into his mouth with ease, his lips stretched to accommodate. Zen didn't need to guide his head, the pace was perfect. His arms fell limp at his sides as he felt as he would just cum already. He groaned into the air, watching his own little brother suck him off. Yoichi brushed his hair from his face, just seeing those pretty green eyes from under his bangs sent chills down Zen's spine. Only Yoichi could do this to him.

Yoichi's mouth left the member, causing annoyance to spike before he'd lick it from the side and began sucking on his testicles. Zen swore he was going to cum right then and there if Yoichi hadn't swiftly pulled away again. Zen attempted to grab Yoichi and shove him back, however, his little brother crawled up his body. He felt Yoichi in all his nude glory, his hands gliding across the skin as if he were a soft blanket. The smooth glowing skin relished Zen's touch. The blood underneath identical to his own. Yoichi sat down on his torso, the curvature of his ass met Zen's throbbing dick briefly. Zens dick almost touched Yoichi's back, he wanted nothing more than to push Yoichi down and rut against that crack.

"Do you think you deserve to be loved, Zen Shigaraki?" Yoichi asked, looking down at Zen. Figuratively and literally. Zen watched, the way Yoichi's hair framed his face, the thin body with a visible ribcage and those sexy thighs that straddled him. But the question. He couldn't answer. He had already been thrown off by the use of his full name, something Yoichi never called him. Zen deserved everything. Especially Yoichi. There was nothing in the world Zen didn't deserve. But he didn't answer. Realising Yoichi had done most the talking, as he normally did. Had Zen noticed that before?

"I don't think you do. Someone as monstrous as you deserves nothing." Yoichi's hands slid up Zen's body with fluid grace, wrapping his fingers around the thick of his brothers neck. "I hate you." His face held a kind of detached emotionality. "Don't you feel bad for me? What you did to me? What I had to go through because of a pathetic, whining, attention seeking man such as yourself?" Zen clenched his jaw. What Yoichi had to go through? How overdramatic, Yoichi was his to do as he pleased with. His to take whatever he needed from him. Yoichi was treasured by Zen, it was his own actions that lead him into suffering. All because he refused to join his big brothers plans. It wasn't Zen's fault. Zen was never at fault.

"You're no Demon Lord, big brother." Yoichi was provoking him. "What Demon Lord fantasises about his little brother? You're so pathetically disgraceful-"

Zen grabbed Yoichi's wrists with his large hands and pinned them to the sides of his head as he slammed the nude pale body onto the floor. Yoichi's legs lifted off the ground, still around the elder brothers torso. "I'm pathetic? Says by you who's been protected by me since you're too sickly to do anything by yourself!" Rage boiled beneath Zen's skin. Yoichi's expression was blank. Despite him definitely feeling the grinding of Zen's member on his ass. "You're mine! My brother! My possession! MINE! I won't let anyone else have you, I won't share you!" The throbbing of Zen's cock became unbearable, the sight of Yoichi's pink nipples despite his anger became intolerable.

Zen took both wrists and placed them above Yoichi's head, Yoichi watched. He felt eerie, not eerie enough to stop Zen from fucking him hard. One of Zen's hands wrapped around both wrists easily as the other shoved its fingers into Yoichi's mouth. Yoichi stayed silent, letting Zen do what he wanted. Just as he normally did even in the past. Rather than out of fear this time, it was out of ice cold resignation. "As always, you need your big brother. Nobody can treat you as well as I do. You need me." Yoichi didn't falter, even after Zen took his drenched fingers out of his mouth. He didn't falter as Zen started pushing digits into his tight hole.

The larger man put his head into the crook of his little brothers neck. Kissing it ferociously, marking it with hickeys. Not to claim ownership of the frail body, but because he was the owner of it. Yoichi only glanced at him, not even turning his head. He didn't moan, he didn't make a sound. It almost sent Zen spiraling. Was he not adequate enough after he had a taste of another man? There was no way he was better than Zen. "Thinking about someone else right now, is that it?" Impatience dripped from his vocals. Yoichi didn't respond, so Zen stopped playing nice.

Zen lined his cock to Yoichi's ass, taking another look at Yoichi before pushing it in. But Yoichi was elsewhere, he didn't even look at Zen, dozing off to the side. Another quality of Yoichi he hated, looking anywhere but at him. "Look at me." He managed to spit out. Anger rested bitterly at the tip of his tongue. Yoichi didn't. Acts of defiance remained. Always going against Zen, not as he was meant to. He was meant to be on Zen's side, his subordinate and life companion. But he chose rebuking his twin, teaming with filth. With that disgraceful piece of shit Kudo. Giving him all the love and attention that was meant to be his.

Tired of his own overthinking, using the hand that was by his ass, Zen grabbed Yoichi's face. Forcing his little brother to look at him. Watching his face as he began sinking his cock into that tight hot hole. Yoichi still didn't care. But Zen. Zen cared. And Zen would make him care. Care like he was meant to care. Zen smashed his lips onto Yoichi's, unknowingly desperate for some kind of connection to Yoichi. He began thrusting in and out, confident in turning Yoichi into a mess. His hands slid onto Yoichi's small waist. After what felt like forever what happened would actually be the opposite of Zen's ideal scenario. Yoichi remained stone cold as Zen would pathetically thrust into Yoichi, crying for him. "Fuck- I love you so much, Yoichi... Yoichi!" He whined into Yoichi's chest. Hands now around his torso.

The loss of his twin had damaged him more than he'd like to admit. Sleepless nights without his twin next to him, soothing him from the nightmares of his own quirk. "You need me more than I need you, big brother." A sly smile played along his little brothers lips, triumphant as if he'd won a bet. But he held his head in those delicate hands, he didn't whisper comfort though. Quite the opposite. "Little brother..." Zen felt his release arriving, his hips stuttering before pouring hot cum into Yoichi's ass. Panting heavily, he ridden out his ejaculation. Shallow thrusts before falling atop Yoichi, suddenly aware to not crush him half way through. Because Yoichi was still fragile, easily breaking from the smallest of touches.

Yoichi's face twisted from his victorious gaze to bland disgust. His eyes rolled in annoyance, Zen was now too spent to set Yoichi right. "Gross." Hatred rampant in his eyes and suddenly Zen was in his own bed. In his once shared home with Yoichi. Without him. A series of thoughts ran through his head before going into a disturbing quiet. He looked down his pajamas and cursed under his breath. He'd have to go on the day as if it were nothing. As if he hadn't had a vile dream. Invasive and heartwrenching in ways he'd never say out loud. That wasn't who Zen was. Zen was always right as Yoichi was always his. He'd get his little brother back. He had to. Zen didn't need Yoichi at all, but Yoichi. Frail, weak, pitiful Yoichi. He needed Zen. Even if the strange dream claimed otherwise.

It was a rot in Zen that would fester till his end.

No literally, I cannot imagine Zen acting normal and composed if he could travel back in time and PHYSICALLY touch Yoichi again… he’s immediately losing self control

He’s just absolutely obsessed with Yoichi, his smile, his voice, his body. When he gets to finally touch him he’s trembling with the overwhelming need to possess, his hands can’t stay in one place, they roam and grope at his brothers body with the clinginess of a child, his habit of monologing is 10x worse as he rambles on about Yoichi… that he is HIS alone and becoming more vulnerable as it drags on. He can’t separate himself from his brother more than an inch before burrowing himself deeper into that addicting heat, sloppily grinding his cock inside while mumbling “I love you” over and over again,,,,

There’s something so hot about a man who loves seeming composed and not overly emotional just Break because of the one person he loves the most. Only Yoichi can bring that part out of him, in these intimate moments alone. He gets to witness the oh so powerful Demon Lord become a pathetic mess on top of him, fucking into him like an inexperienced horny teenager. The special moments together like this give him that hope that there is good in his big brother, and he loses himself briefly in the pleasure. The tight grasps on his wrists remind him of simpler times, of “kind” hands dragging him to safety