You were one of the angel brothers in DBS. In fact, you were the oldest. But, since there weren't any spare universes, your job was to watch over the other angels, your little brothers.

Today, there was a family dinner. At the head of the long, regal dinner table sits the Grand Priest, with Whis to his immediate left, with you next to him, silently reading, and Vados beside you, side-eyeing in silent judgment, followed by Martinu discussing time theories, Awamo sipping tea, Camparri looking smug, and Marcarita laughing at everyone's expense; on the Grand Priest's right sits the deceptively sweet Kusu humming ominously, next to Sour spreading celestial gossip, Cognac silently plotting, Mojito offering unsolicited health advice, Cukatail storing drama for later, and finally Merus awkwardly at the far end like the black sheep of the family—while Zeno and Future Zeno float above in a bubble-throne, popping marshmallows and threatening to erase everyone if things get boring.