Touya pushed through the front gate of his childhood home. His father was still focused on stupid Shoto?? Three years had passed and it hadn't changed. So unfair. Clearly Touya was better than Shoto! He was so much stronger! Well, the coma had left him weak... but still! Touya could probably beat that weakling in this state anyway!

He stepped out onto the sidewalk. The neighbourhood was still the same but felt off. Little things had changed.

The air felt scratchy against his skin and scars. His hair was completely white now too. He preferred the red. The same as his father. Now it was stupid white. Yay. The height was a nice addition though. He didn't know how to feel about the scars. They were cool but also so different...

He was so distracted that he didn't even notice the person approaching