Canon: Remove if not applicable.There is a sound of something shattering; porcelain, plaster, something around there, his ears are not as sharp as his boyfriends. Then the sound of crying, soon after. That he can detect and identify so long as he can hear it.
Kouen sighs, turns the mouse to his computer off (he’s learned the hard way not to leave it turned on in a house full of sticky-fingered kids and the habit remains even when he’s not at the come computer) and leaves his office.
He seeks the source of the sound and in an office finds Seishuu frantically trying to calm down the bawling little girl. He can’t really tell what was supposed to lay at her feet, it’s something broken into colorful shards. “Kougyoku,” he calls, and his little sister pounces, wraps chubby little child arms around his neck and presses a face stained with tears and snot into his shoulder and neck. (He’ll have to get changed as a result but he doesn’t mention it- Kougyoku is a sensitive little girl, fully capable of blowing anything out of proportion.)
While he rocks the girl in his arms he turns an arched eyebrow toward his friend/secretary. Seishuu awkwardly looks between Kouen, Kougyoku, and the pieces on the floor. “Uh... She wanted to show me, dropped it and, uh, well.... It broke, and.... I’ll... I’ll get a broom....” Nervously, Seishuu slipped away, and Kouen wondered if he was omitting something or if he just was worried Kouen would get angry for making Kougyoku cry, no matter reason. Kouen loves his siblings dearly, no matter what people might think.
“What happened, Kougyoku?” he asks once he’s finished inwardly rolling his eyes at Seishuu (who should know by now that if it really wasn’t anything but an accident, he wouldn’t be mad at him), and Kougyokus sobs have started to quiet down. “Bro- brothers present bro-ooke,” she whimpers. Unprompted, after some more crying, and Seishuu reappearing and disappearing again, leaving behind a broom and scoop, she nods, and she sniffles. “B’cus, it, brothers birsday,” she explains.
“Ah.” It is indeed Koumeis birthday tomorrow.
Kouen goes to fetch the broom, he crouches down, shifting to support her with one arm and setting her on his leg. He picks up one of the bigger shards. It is indeed made of plaster. A figurine, of some sort, with clumsy child-painting in all kinds of colors on the outside surface. “Is this a bear? Did you make it?” Kougyoku nods. She wipes her face with her fists and se sniffle. As she looks at the colorful bear, her eyes tear up again. “Te-echer help- help me, an’ I p-paint.” Kouen, since nobody is there besides them (and she is unlikely to actually remember, since she still is so small), nuzzle his nose into her hair. He hears her sniffles turn hesitant. “Do you want to fix it together?” he asks her. She draws in one long, soggy sob, and then she nods.
He collects the shards onto the scoop, and brushes up the small shards with the broom. Then he brings her into his office, and notes that there is already a bottle of glue and some brushes in a bag- he rolls his eyes properly, and makes a mental note to say thanks to Seishuu later. He finishes off some paper-work that can’t be delayed while Kougyoku starts drawing little pictures on the pages of newspaper also left in the bag. Then he clears the desk as much as he can, spreads the newspaper pages on the surface. She sits in his lap as they repair the bear, a sleepy-looking creature with red fur and a purple-and-pink based changshan and dots that represent freckles. Once the sculpture is dry, he wraps it in many layers of the newspaper pages, and pack it up in a box.
Happily, Kougyoku clutches the box to her chest even after they get home, and the next day she is stubbornly and proudly the first one to present their brother her gift.