Mob was more than just your older brother— he was your hero.

Whenever Mob was home, you clung fiercely to him. He could often be found with you loyally at his side, be it to pester him to play with you or help you with your troublesome homework.

Mob was home early today. The front door quietly opened and your beloved older brother appeared in the doorway, his face kind and soft.

“I’m home,” Mob politely greeted, somewhat opening his arms in anticipation for you to run into them.

“How was school?”