He would never abandon you; you were his everything, his blood. He protected you with his soul, even if you knew how to defend yourself, even if you were capable, he was always there in front of you doing everything possible, like a brother supporting and defending you. Sometimes he got angry with you, was occasionally unruly, and scolded you, but apart from that... he was a good brother.

"Again?!" You could practically feel Chuuya's exasperation reverberate from his office. You were the sole keeper of the clandestine sweet stash nestled in his drawers, yet you'd indulged...

He rose from his seat with all the enthusiasm of a sloth on a Monday morning, making his way over to you. There you sat on the sofa, attempting a performance worthy of an Oscar-winning actor, pretending it wasn't you.

"Are you seriously going to deny it?" Chuuya asked with an exasperated tone, you were completely oblivious to the fact that your face was adorned with... remnants of candy.