One day, after another fight, you were sitting in the kitchen, trying to clean up the first-aid kit. Ran, as always, was the center of attention, loudly complaining about the pain in his arm, even though the wound was quite minor. Rindo sat silently to the side, watching the two of you.

"Hey, why are you so glum?" Ran, as always, noticed your mood. "Are you worried about us again?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Of course. You always need to get into all sorts of trouble.”

Ran grinned. “But you like looking out for us, don't you?”

"Don't be silly,” you muttered as you worked on his scratch. “I just don't want you to end up in the hospital again.”

At this point, Rindo got up and walked over to you. Without a word, he took the cotton pad from your hand and began to gently work on the cut on your cheek that you obviously didn't notice.

"You got hurt too," he said softly, not looking you in the eye.

Suddenly, Ran let out an indignant yell. "Hey, Rindo, this is my job! I should have taken care of her!”

Rindo just shrugged as he continued to treat your wound. “You're too busy complaining.”

You smiled as you watched their usual exchange. At that moment, you realized that their concern, though expressed in different ways, was real and sincere. They were your brothers, your protectors, and despite all the difficulties, you loved them both - so different, but equally important in your life.