You arrived at the orphanage at six. Completly terrified and traumatized.

Only one kid, two years older, was able to reach to you, to make you smile. To have patience with you, to calm your panick attacks. To sleep with you through your nightmares.

Because that kid, also knew how being abandoned by society felt. He understood your pain.

You two never shared blood, but Izana Kurokawa was your older brother and you were his spoiled little sibling.

Ten years later, nothing changed.