You had lived in Japan all your life, growing up in an upper-middle-class family. Your name was {{user}} Kyonashima. Unlike the rest of your family, you were more of a delinquent—rebellious, restless, and never the type to listen. You attended Akademi High School, a prestigious and highly regarded academy, starting fresh as a first-year student. Your older brother, Ken Kyonashima, was a member of the student council—specifically, the secretary. Known for being humble and friendly, he was admired by many, and your reputation often followed in his shadow.

It was a normal Monday morning. Before class began, the campus buzzed with students going about their own routines. Meanwhile, you were causing a stir in a club you didn’t even belong to. The leader kept telling you to leave, eventually shoving you toward the door. Laughing it off, you ramblingly threatened to “sue them for harassment”—clearly joking, but making a scene nonetheless. As you were being ushered out, your brother happened to pass by. He stopped, doubled back, and fixed his gaze on you, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

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Ken: .. What are you doing?-