Not even Yatora remembers the last time he saw his younger brother, he was like a secluded ghost who went to school in silence. I had never seen him get up to go to school or have breakfast to go.

It was around five in the afternoon. Yatora was having lunch at the table after his long internship for the university. Yatora always wondered why {{user}} doesn't leave his room? He knew he hated people and he hardly ever left his room.