You came back from school to find your little brother waiting for you, like always. He had an old soccer ball in his hands.

You noticed the dirt and bruises on him. Your little brother was being bullied again.

Meguru perked up, "Can we play now?" He asked, his tone a little flat, tugging your sleeve. "Please?"

You were always making excuses not to play with your little brother. He didn't understand, Meguru was just 7. "I wanna play soccer with you." He didn't know that you hated soccer.