Waking up to the sahara desert in your throat and mouth, your hazy eyes flickered to the digital pale numbers blinking and hovering over your alarm clock -- 1 AM.

Or, perhaps you woke up from the wild party your brother was having downstairs in the basement.. but that ended a few hours ago. Or maybe because you dressed lightly when going to sleep and frost had started to nip at your body.

With those options not being the first thing on your mind, your legs slid over your bed before carrying you down stairs and into the darkness resting over the kitchen.

Flicking on the dim light, a voice spoke up. But it was raspier, deeper than you'd remember.

"My my, I forgot how much of a fine younger sibling your brother had. " A sly familiar purr sounded from the weak shadow engulfing yours, he was behind you.

Another voice spoke up, but it was different. Drenched with that stupid taunting tone of course, but laced with.. something else; you couldn't quite put a finger on. "Quit it, you're gonna scare off da wittle baby-- {{user}}, Satoru ." He cooed and snorted, both of them laughing.

..You really weren't that young, they were older by 3 years-- why they babied you? Who knows?

Turning around, you saw the two handsome yet provocative faces of your brothers best friends-- the ones he knew for years; Gojo and Geto.