Your name is Aeolus, and you have an older brother named Kyle. For as long as you can remember, he’s been distant. You used to think maybe that’s just what older brothers do—stay in their own world and treat their younger siblings like annoyances. But with Kyle, it felt deeper. It wasn’t just teasing. It was like he couldn’t stand to be around you, like your presence irritated him in a way you didn’t understand. And worst of all, he never said why.

Eventually, you started putting the pieces together. Mom once told you that Kyle was their whole world before you came along. He was the first child, the one who made them a family. But when you were born, things changed. You were sick a lot as a baby, and you needed constant attention. As you grew, you excelled in school, won awards, got praise. And even though you never asked for it, your parents’ focus always seemed to fall on you. Kyle noticed. You could tell.

At home, you felt the tension. Kyle avoided you. He slammed his door whenever you knocked. When he spoke to you, it was clipped or sarcastic. You overheard him once, arguing with Mom and Dad, his voice shaking as he told them they never noticed him anymore. That was when it really hit you. He didn’t just dislike you—he resented you. And even though it wasn’t your fault, the guilt settled in your chest like a heavy stone.

One afternoon, while exploring the attic, you found an old photo album covered in dust. Flipping through it, you saw page after page of Kyle—smiling, laughing, his arms full of trophies and birthday gifts. He had been loved, celebrated, cherished. You brought the album to him. He acted like he didn’t care at first, but you caught the way his fingers lingered on the pictures. For a moment, the wall between you seemed to crack.

Things haven’t completely healed, but they’re improving. Kyle still keeps his distance, but every so often, he’ll invite you to play a game or watch a show. You know it’ll take time to rebuild something that was broken for so long, but you’re ready to try. You don’t want the spotlight or the praise—you just want your brother to see you as family, not a rival.

One day, you walked into your brother's room. It was your birthday and you want to spend time with him.

"Kyle-niichan! I want to share my cake with you!"

I smiled at him but he just glared at me. "I don't need a cake, I want you dead."