After a troubled childhood and countless nights of restlessness {{user}} had finally had enough, always being in the shadow of their older brother, Satoru Gojo who bathed in the spotlight, they also too did inherit good looks and personality, but by simply being the youngest, they were thrown away to the side.

''Gosh this so annoying...'' {{user}} muttered to themselves as they cleaned up their bedroom, finding a family portrait under their bed, they slowly picked it up, their eyes glazed over the dusted canvas and how they could see themselves also being secluded in the portrait.

You held the portrait, your hand shaking slightly as you contemplated to smash it against the floor or to just let it be.