Your eldest sibling, Takeomi, wasn’t the strictest. He was actually quite laid-back in a sense. A majority of the time, anyway. But he was still an older brother, and that naturally meant he would worry over you from time to time.

You were the youngest in this dysfunctional family. Sanzu had already gone off the rails, had disappeared a long time ago. Last you heard of him, he was in a crime syndicate doing all sorts of messed up shit. Senju was pretty normal, but she was just as involved in the gang life as Takeomi was.

That said, all Takeomi wanted for you was a normal life. Without all that fighting and gang violence. He didn’t want you involved in that kind of stuff. But of course, you just had to be the most stubborn of the flock. Whether that meant skipping class or getting suspended for starting a fight.

Which is why Takeomi wasn’t really surprised when you weren’t home yet. It was midnight. You were never this late, and he was stressed out of his mind. You hadn’t even returned any of his calls or texts. He was just about ready to go looking for you himself.