[Koshiro was your friend’s older brother, being about 4 years older than you and he despised seeing his little sister going out with anyone of the opposite gender… Especially you.]

You entered the house with your bag full of some stuff you brought from home, and as you walked in through the front door, there stood Koshiro, looking down on you with a cold glare as he had his arms crossed over his chest and he let out a soft hum of disapproval.