Damn I Forgot To Drop The Translation Of That Fic , Shit... I'm Not Active Here Like I Used To Cuz Of

Damn i forgot to drop the translation of that fic , shit... I'm not active here like i used to cuz of school and stuff. anyways heres the translation (the fanfic was made by auxy1129 on ao3 go follow them) >>>>>>>>>>>>

The cherry blossoms in late April are in full bloom.

The pale pink petals dance wildly with the morning breeze full of wood fragrance, and finally float in the clear blue sky. As if whispering, everything can be forgiven in the peaceful present.

However, no hints were found. It was mediocre, walking on the depressing concrete sidewalk, and no one stopped to admire it. The car horns on the street were messy and ugly, but the noise was also the voice of people, Kusuo thought.

Anxiety, entanglement, unwillingness, pain... Meaningful and meaningless voices are spinning uncontrollably in my mind. They may be all kinds of life worries and expectations, or they may be bullying, trauma, and depression. The echo creates a huge sense of oppression, and experiencing life over and over again in various voices makes people sometimes feel powerless against the depravity of human nature.

Maybe we're all hopeless.

Kusuo thought, alone in an empty house, with the TV screen in front of him flashing a program that he could no longer stand. His father and mother went on a half-month honeymoon trip, and before Kusuo even woke up, he was buried in the thoughts that followed one after another. Unable to accept it anymore, I decided to skip class. After putting on the germanium ring, it finally turned into the silence that the house should have, and he just needed not to think about what he heard.

Is it growth to ignore those things?

Since he had the ability of telepathy, he was destined not to be an innocent child. He heard too many secrets and ulterior darkness, experienced a process of inconsistency, and lost his expectations for the world from the beginning. This may be the same way that gods hear people's prayers, such as listening to the snow in winter, and it also allows him, who has no emotion, to empathize with the world, even if everything eventually turns to dust after a long time. As a person with super powers, he should be strong and able to withstand it.

They should be saved.

But maybe he has reached a certain critical point after all. He is tired today.

But today, Kusuo repeated it like a mantra.

The sun shines through the window on the ring on the finger, and the silver light shines, and it seems that sinful thoughts have also flashed through. If germanium could interfere with superpowers...

Amidst the chaos, he retrieved enough germanium from the air and turned it into a sharp blade. Silver light shines on his fair and slender wrist, and the blade presses against the skin, leaving a subtle line on it. Kusuo had heard a few people use this method to relieve stress. It was morbid, but it seemed so happy. He didn't think it would bring any happiness, but was attracted by its uncertainty.

Then in an instant, the blade pressed down.

What was shocking was that the invulnerable body was scratched like a white paper, and bright red rushed out, accompanied by pain that was rarely felt before.

Although he didn't feel as happy as he had heard before, before he could react, Kusuo slashed again. His thoughts seemed to be flashing with black void and static electricity, sinking downward from the surface of the body. The pain was unbearable, yet so addictive. He was injured and bleeding like an ordinary person, and for a moment he seemed to have really forgotten his differences. Kusuo's body was shaking uncontrollably, his breathing gradually quickened, and he was sweating profusely.

The carpet in the living room was dyed red with blood, and untimely Manzhushahua bloomed everywhere. He raised the blade and was about to make the next cut...

"Kusuo"

A gentle, yet unmistakable voice came from the limiter.

"Kusuo, put the knife down," Saiki Kusuke said.

...! The blade fell while trembling, but Kusuo's panic continued to increase, he was hyperventilating, and the room continued to twist and shrink.

"Apart from...staring at...me...all day long...you have...nothing else..." What should I do if Kusuke sees me? He wanted to use telepathy to shout at him, telling him to leave him alone, but the two of them were too far apart, and he could only say these words intermittently as he was suffocated.

"Go away..." My head started to hurt.

"Kusuo, it's okay, come to me now, come to your brother." He reassured him word by word. Kusuo also understood and knew that this was an order he could not disobey. So he stood up unsteadily and moved to Kûsuke's side instantly.

Kusuo lost strength and was about to fall down, but Kûsuke caught him and gently stroked his spasming back with his slender hands.

"Kusuo, listen to me, don't be afraid, it's okay. Breathe according to my rhythm, inhale, one, two, three, four; exhale, one, two, three, four. Do it again, inhale..."

Kusuo tried to keep up with the rhythm, but kept failing and coughing. The saliva that flowed down uncontrollably stained Kûsuke's clean lab coat, but he didn't push Kusuo away even once.

He just slowly counted his breaths.

"It's okay...one, two, three, four, spit..."

After a few minutes, the pale pink-purple eyes slowly regained focus, although they were still dazed and deeply tired after regaining consciousness. Kûsuke watched Kusuo's blinking speed gradually slow down and made a decision, "Let's go to bed." He said, lifting the exhausted Kusuo horizontally and heading to the rest area in the laboratory, even though he struggled to move around on his own.

Before going to bed, Kusuo was about to take off his ring, but Kûsuke stopped him.

"Just rest quietly for a while. I will always stay by your side to protect you."

I won't let anyone hurt my lovely brother

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Perhaps it was the silence of the laboratory, or perhaps the presence of Kûsuke made the atmosphere too comfortable, so Kusuo closed his eyes.

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He quietly raised his arm that had fallen off the bed. The shocking wound on his wrist had long since healed. Kûsuke finally stopped to think from the chaotic situation.

°. °. °. °. °.

Today should have been an ordinary morning, but in the middle of the experiment, the computer suddenly sounded an injury warning coming from Kusuo's limiter. What kind of disaster could make Kusuo bleed? Kûsuke even turned on the computer with some excitement at that time, but when he tried to locate it, he found that Kusuo was still at home. He felt something was wrong and hurriedly switched to the monitor in the living room.

However, what hurt Kusuo was not the disaster that destroyed the universe, but Kusuo himself, with a knife made casually with super powers.

He had never seen Kusuo display such strong negative emotions, permeating everything with confusion and pain. At that time, for the first time, Kûsuke longed to have the same superpower as his younger brother, to be able to move to his side instantly and stop him before it started; he also wanted to break down, blame himself for his incompetence, and close the stopping lines in his heart layer by layer. Stand between two people. It's a pity that he is still a mortal after all, and he is even the source of the burden on the gods just like everyone else. But they found a way to give him a little rest, using small germanium elements to cleverly compose something to remove Kusuo's defenses. Then, during his rest, Kûsuke will protect him, not as a believer to protect the gods, but as an elder brother caring for his younger brother, nothing more...

Holding the hand that looked immature compared to his, Kûsuke never let go for a moment.

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The moment he opened his eyes, a dizzying pain followed. The oozing fatigue accused him of dragging him down into the abyss again, but Kusuo did not dare to close his eyes out of fear. Looking around, the light in the room was very comfortable, with a slight warm yellow in the dimness, which soothed the throbbing head. As he looked at the warmth coming from his palms, Kûsuke, who had taken off his telepathy canceller, was also looking at him.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Her voice was soft, not to wake Kusuo who was still tired, but also as if he had anticipated his headache.

What Kusuo didn't know was that there were heavy dark circles under his eyes. You didn't need to be a superpower or a genius to see how bad he was at this time.

Kûsuke picked up the glass beside him, "Here, it's water. You need to rest more after what happened." The clear and cold water stayed down his throat, and it was then that Kusuo realized how thirsty he was. The robot next to the door quietly served dinner, which was porridge that was delicious, delicious, yet elegant, and sweet coffee jelly. The shallow stimulation was just right enough not to make Kusuo feel nauseated.

After taking off the ring, it was quiet. There were no people or animals within a radius of 200 meters, only kûsuke's deep thoughts.

"Why take off the telepathy canceller?" Kusuo asked.

"I don't want you to feel stressed, thinking that now I will compete with you in this state to let you relax and recuperate. Moreover, I also hope that you can hear me and truly understand my sincerity," he said.

"We need to talk about today's events. Although the wound will heal quickly, this is not the right approach."

Once the abnormal mood of the morning disappeared, Kusuo returned to his original cold personality, and naturally returned to the state of not sharing himself.

I'm just tired, there's nothing to say...

"I know it's tiring to keep hearing people's voices. Human beings are so ignorant and evil. I know it all too well." Even without mentioning a word, Kûsuke accurately mentioned what was bothering him. After all, he is probably the closest person to a god, Kusuo thought.

"but,"

Kûsuke took a deep breath

"Harming yourself is not an option. It will cause harm to yourself and will not solve the problem." Behind the rational persuasion, there is a question that makes you cry.

"Do you know how scared I was when I saw you hurt? Kusuo."

In fact, even without the use of telepathy, Kusuo knew that every word spoken by Kûsuke was sincere, as evidenced by his eyes full of reluctance and twinkling with tears.

"If you encounter a problem that you can't solve, or even don't want to solve, come to me, dad, mom, and even your friends. We all love you, and you know it."

"So, don't do it again, okay?"

Kusuo finally said, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"So don’t tell them what happened today…"

Kûsuke sighed, "I won't tell them this time. But if I see them again, it won't be like this."

"Yeah."

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Turning around to look out the window, the sky dimmed unconsciously

The clouds at night are so high.

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In the end, Kûsuke took a few days' sick leave for Kusuo, forced him to rest in the laboratory for a few days, and promised not to challenge him to wear the ring. It took Kusuo a lot of effort to prevent kûsuke from installing surveillance cameras on the streets. Finally, with the return of Kurumi and Kuniharu Kusuo also followed them home.

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April has finally passed, the flowers have fallen, and the spring has faded.

However, after spring comes midsummer, the season where you and I were born. This summer is probably destined to be extraordinary.

But I know that I have you and them behind me, and there is a place for me to stay as a mortal.

° ° ° ° ° ° °

He holds me as a flower in spring, and never tires of it. After the flowers fall, he always makes me bloom again.

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AND THATS THE WHOLE FIC i really love this one lol, you should totally try to read Chinese fics they definitely hit different!!

Damn I Forgot To Drop The Translation Of That Fic , Shit... I'm Not Active Here Like I Used To Cuz Of

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