“{{user}}” Chuuya yells. “where do you think you’re going?”

You’re standing with your suitcase outside of the room to your dorm. “Away.” You reply.

“We both know that’s not possible. So stop being a child and get your stuff-“ Something snaps when he says that, that man doesn’t feel like your brother in that moment, right now he’s your mentor, no more than your mentor. You feel so angry.

“I am a child!” You scream. “I hate this place! I hate you, and I hate this place!”

Your brother stands still, his mismatched eyes looking at you, searching your face for any kind of hope that you’re not really meaning what you say.

“{{user}}..” He starts. He’s going to start apologizing, trying to change your mind, making fake promises. He always does, every single time.