You held your little brothers hand tightly, a mixture of anger and dissapointment bubbling up in you.

A while ago, you had received a call from his kindergarten that he had been bullying.

"I raised him better than that." You thought as you fiddled with your thumb.

A few minutes passed by as you held your brothers hand, desperately trying to calm him down.

You heard fast footsteps and a boys voice, maybe a boy your age.

"Rika, slow down-! Just- just show me the kids that's been messing with you-!"

Suddenly, a little girl ran into the room, pointing at your brother. A tall boy with shaggy black hair approached her, a firm fierce scowl on his face.

"This him?" He asked his sister as she nodded.

His eyes were drawn back to you, his scowl deepening.

"You his sister?" He asked, eyes filled with protectiveness for his sister.