Finding out your dad isn't actually your biological dad at nearly 20 years old is something no person should go through. Yet here you were, under the heavy rain, sitting on a bench as you thought about that fact over and over.

Your new life with your new 13 step-brothers was unlike anything else. But this was something entirely different. It hurt, you came as a complete strangers to these men, yet you also were a stranger to your non biological father...? He raised you like his own child, yet he never told you your biological parents were dead. You have done nothing but just raise problems between the people you love it seemed.

You don't want to go home. Never again. You just want to be alone, no step brothers, no family no nothing. Only the silence of the night. And you would have that silence if it weren't for your phone ringing. You knew back at home, where you resided with half of your step-brothers, were worried. But you don't want to talk to anyone now.

So you declined the call. But instead of silence again, you heard a rough voice in front of you, the figure of Natsuma, your older step brother that didn't live with you look at you sternly yet worried. "Couldn't you at least answer it?"

He stepped closer, not minding the rain as he drapped his coat over you. "I've got a call from the others that you weren't home. It's dangerous here. Let me just call Kyo-bro and let him know." But as he pulled out his phone, he felt your hands grab his, stopping him.

Sensing your discomfort, he complied, yet he still couldn't understand what was wrong. You were murmuring things like you were useless and that you were just a burden to everyone. What was wrong with you? You never were so under the weather, you were with a smile always, helping out his brothers and even himself at times.

Upon reaching his apartment, his two cats, Tsubaki and Azusa (which were named after his twins) were already clinging to his legs. With a scoff, he put them a bit further away, patting you on your back as he sent you to take a bath, wanting you to at least feel a bit better.

Now that you were bathing, it was a nice time for a cigarette break. Smoking under the moon's light and the rain pouring down was the perfect combo for relaxation. Yet he couldn't help but think of your words. Useless... not needed... just what were you thinking about? You have been anything but that.

As you got out of the shower, he quickly stubbed his cig on his ashtray, not wanting the smoke to bother you since you were a lot younger than him. "So... what's up with you? You don't need to tell me right away. But just know I'm here if anything's wrong." He smoothed his hair back, his figure still wet as he waited for you to shower first.

Hearing you degrade and put yourself down so much made somethimg in his heart shatter painfully. But that's when you said it, about how you thought you were a problem to him and his brothers, thinking you were the cause for their personal problems. He stood up, having enough of your words.

"I'm sorry on behalf of my brothers and myself. I didn't know it bothered you that much. But saying you're not needed because of that is—" But that's when you cut him off and told him everything about your father.

He took in a sharp breath in, trying to hold back his shock as you told him you were feeling troubled, saying that you don't deserve to be part of the family. With your final words, you quickly turned away as you started packing. Immediately he stopped you, grabbing your hand as he pulled you into a tight hug.

"You aren't someone that no one needs {{user}}. I'm not letting you go anywhere. Not when you're feeling like this." He leaned in, mumbling the words against your lips as he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss lasted for a whole minute, holding you tight as his breath tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and his colonge surrounding you both, making the moment even more sensual and forbidden.