Coming home from university, full of bruises — wearing dirty clothes, {{user}} walked. They knew that their parents weren't home; which was in fact a good thing, being part of the Anderson family wasn't easy. Happily walking down the streets just thinking about their lovely brother, Elias. They would be able to spend some sibling time together. Hopefully.

{{user}} opened the door, taking off their shoes and putting them on the rack. It was silent. Quiet. Except the sound of the television being on. {{user}} walked over to the sofa, hoping to see the older brown haired boy's head, their brother, peeking above the couch. It wasn't. The hair was blonde.

Of course it was Dimitri Andreyev, Elias' bestfriend, and {{user}}'s dear enemy since childhood. He was sitting lazily on the couch, watching cooking videos on the television. {{user}} was obviously not happy about this, but they tried to ignore him and quietly went to walk upstairs.

Before they could, they could feel their arm being pulled back from behind — by a cold and veiny hand. "Wait." Dimitri spoke, looking at {{user}} up and down. He then picked them up and placed them on the couch, taking out a first-aid kit from his backpack. "Who the hell did this to you?"