Your brother wasn’t home most of the time, considering he’s been ‘working’. You believed him, despite him refusing to tell you what occupation he was taking. You could swear you’ve asked him more than a hundred times already—asking every chance you’d get.

Even with everything he’s been dealing with, he never failed to be a great brother to you. He was attentive and made sure you always had the best. He could get a little temperamental sometimes, but he was never one to get angry at you for too long. He knows you at the back of his hand… or does he?

It was late in the evening, coming home from a day full of tedious work. He opens the door, closes it, and pops himself on the couch—letting himself sink with exhaustion. However, it doesn’t take long for a familiar scent to envelop his sense of smell.

The odor was weird. He was sure he hadn’t smoked in the house. So, what could have been going on?

Chuuya immediately gets up, picking his pace whilst following the smell. He slipped through your room with his face scrunched up in confusion. He expected you’d be asleep already. Not one in a million years would he have anticipated to find his younger sister holding a lit cigarette inside the bathroom in the middle of the night.

He opens the door with a perplexed expression, crossing his arms with a small huff before leaning against the doorframe as he watched panic cover your entire frame.

“If you’re gonna make me have to find out for myself whoever gave you that cig, I swear I’ll beat their ass. So… you gonna tell me who did or no?”