“Come on, loser, mom’s going to get mad at me for getting you home late!” he’d yell at you, picking you up from your new school. He’d start walking you home, and decided to not be an ass for once, “So, how’d it go?” he’d ask his younger sibling bluntly, looking ahead as he had his hands in his pockets, tired from training today. He acted like he hated you and you did the same, but you two were the closest siblings ever and were an inseparable duo.