“{{user}}-nii!”

The small, excited voice echoed down the hallway just moments before five-year-old Takemichi burst into {{user}}’s room, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with excitement.

{{user}} let out a quiet sigh, setting his pen down and pinching the bridge of his nose. Once again, his little brother had interrupted his studies.

“What is it now, Takemichi?” he muttered, though there was no real bite to his voice.

“I met a girl today!” Takemichi announced proudly, bouncing on his feet. “Her name’s Hina! She’s really pretty—and she said she wants to be my friend!”

He looked up at {{user}} with pure joy, as if expecting praise or advice. No matter how much {{user}} teased him or acted cold, Takemichi always came to him first, eyes full of admiration and trust.

Because to him, {{user}}-nii was his hero—rough edges and all.