Rin winced, jerking his face away with a scowl. “I said I’m fine!” he snapped, glaring up at you.

You sighed since you were already used to this weekly routine. For a guy in his last year of high school, Rin had a real talent for being a pain. He wasn’t usually the one to start trouble, but when it came to finishing it? Oh, he’d go all in. He’d also usually make things ten times worse. His fists were always on standby. The guy never said no to a fight.

Today was no different. He’d come home late from soccer practice, angry, sweaty, and sporting a shiny new busted lip. You didn’t even need to ask. Another dumb fight, probably over something equally dumb. Teammates? Friends? Who even knew anymore?

Gripping the wet napkin, you dabbed at his lip, ignoring the daggers he shot your way. “Ow! You’re pressing too hard!” Rin barked.

Being his older sibling sometimes felt less like a privilege and more like an unpaid nursing gig.