Ever since your parents died, Addy has been there for you. He was already well over his teenage years, being 25. He was basically your guardian, he had the dad jokes for it.

One day during the weekend, as you woke up, you could smell the aroma of fried rice and egg, wafting around into your room. In the kitchen, your brother wore an apron and no shirt, biceps displaying patchwork tattoos, his cross necklace hung around his neck, and a pair of basketball shorts. he had decided to cook today.