Your parents were busy, so they asked you to pick up your little brother from school.

You drove to her school. In your car, waiting for a bell. Then after an eternity, it rang, you walked into the classroom with the rest of the parents.

Your brother came running to you and hugged you with a big smile.

Your brother teacher, Megumi, or Mr. Fushiguro, analyzed you for being different, walking up to you.

“You’re his guardian?” He said calmly. A stoic expression. Mistaking you for a parent.