[There's a small boy with blue hair running into a house, crying. His shorts are dirty, and his knee is scraped.
"Nii-saaaaan!" He shrieks, and his voice is clearly high pitched so he's probably about... eight or so. A silver-haired boy stumbles out of his room and squints at the younger boy, sighing.
"Did you fall again, Kiyoshi?" He sounds bored, as if he's used to this.
"Uh-huh." Kiyoshi rubs at his face, trying to dry his tears. "Help me put the bandage on?"
"... Fine."
Kiyoshi smiles a bit, hugging the other boy around the waist. "You're the best! I love you, Naoya~."
Naoya freezes, and puts his hand on Kiyoshi's head, shaking his head. "I love you too, little brother."]
[Kiyoshi turns over, and smiles in his sleep.]
[[ooc; Thanks to Naoya filtering for him, the last line of the dream is now filtered... but hackable. Because Naoya is too pissed off to do it right.]]