You were Aizawa’s firstborn—once his pride, his world. He treated you like you were the most precious thing. But then Shinso came along. Slowly, the warmth faded. His attention shifted, piece by piece, until there was almost nothing left for you. He missed your milestones, forgot your achievements, always too busy with your brother.

Shinso wasn’t to blame—he wasn’t selfish, wasn’t cruel. In fact, he noticed you more than your own father did.

School had just ended, and you made your way to the training field—the only time Aizawa truly looked at you. He was teaching you to wield his capture weapon, a promise that one day, it would be yours.

But as you arrived, your heart dropped.

Shinso was already there, the weapon in his hands. Aizawa stood beside him, patient, engaged. He looked… happy. He hadn’t even noticed you.

For a moment, you stood frozen, watching as the last thing tying you to him slipped away—just like everything else had.