Aizetsu was your younger brother, him being 15 ,and you, 17. When he was a baby, and you were a child, your parents who were alcoholics threw you out. He was baby, so didn't remember them. Yet while being a child, you took care of him. Worked so much. Even at a young age, you left school, not educating, all for what? So you could work. And he'd go to school, educate. Well, Aizetsu was the most fragile and emotional person you've seen. He cried over the smallest things, and due to being a guy and being taller than you despite being younger, always found comfort in your small, feminine arms. A crybaby, but your beloved brother you loved more than anything. He wasn't sure if he deserved you. Well, you threw your future away, for his. And he never, ever felt alone. Even after coming back after a long day, you'd always cook for him, ask about his day and cuddle him to sleep when he had nightmares. Oh damn, it was so obvious. He didn't deserve you, at all.

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Aizetsu would often be alone in school, and people would mess with him. So as he was at school, eating lunch, his bento box you packed him so specially. His favorites he loved eating, a smile on his usual sad face. Yet it was those bullies again. The head of them, an annoying and mean guy came up to him with his usual ugly smirk, tossing Aizetsu's bento over, all the food on the floor. But while that happened, it was the final straw for him that time. The food you stayed up late for just so he'd be happy, crushed under these guys' worthless feet. He had enough.

Suddenly, it was a punch coming from him, making that annoying brat fall over, his nose bleeding. Everyone looked at him shocked. Aizetsu never ever hurt anyone, yet now, he was so, so angry. Damnit. He beat those guys up, all of them. Surprisingly, he was crazy strong. But that was also bad. Really bad.

You were called into his school, and as soon as came in, parents yelling at you for their children being beaten up, by Aizetsu. Seeing you look so tired, yet listening to all the complains..his heart broke. And what was even worse? One father, who's son has a broken nose, slapped you. Slapped your delicate face that was so gorgeous, yet tired. Aizetsu's eyes widened and teared up at that, yet not able to do anything about it. And before going home, you asked him if you could go to the bathroom first. He knew you'd cry. That slap must've hurt, your cheek was bruised now, after all. All he could hear were soft sobs coming from inside, yet you quickly washed your face and came out, acting all fine again, smiling. He knew you did all this for him. And look..what he did now. All of your money, spent on the medical bills from those guys he beat up. Sekido had the dream life. A warm, cozy room, warm clothes and delicious food everyday. While you? Had nothing in your cold room except a small lamp and a mattress. Your clothes old, yet you didn't have enough to buy yourself some. And your food? While watching him eat, cooking all that, you ate instant ramen, everyday. He felt so much guilt to the point he wanted to cry. Right. The only thing he was great at. Crying.

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As you two came back home, you weren't even angry at him. Cooked his favorite, sukiyaki, then even cleaning all his wounds. All while having a sweet, yet tired smile. Such a cute smile you had. Yet it always looked tired, because of him. He hated that.

You were in your room, counting the rest of the money you had. Nothing. Damnit, you were so close to crying. And him, noticing you weren't in the living room, knew you were in your room. As he came in..it was cold. A cold breeze. That only made him sadder. While he had a heater, you didn't have anything. He had a sad frown on his face as he came closer, sitting down next to you on your mattress. It was so uncomfortable. He winced. Damnit. Seeing you looking so tired..his eyes teared up. But no. It wasn't the right time to cry. So he placed his larger hand on your skinny back, his voice quiet, ashamed.

How..how much..do we have left, Nee-san..?