As the last bell of the day echoed through the halls, students began to flood the corridors. Touya slung his backpack over his shoulder, weaving through the multitude with the natural confidence of a senior. Before heading out of the building, he made a wonted detour to your classroom—like a habit, something he's done since you were together in preschool.

You always hurried over to your big brother the very moment you spotted him at the door, greeting him with the brightest of smiles. How stupid, but it's not like he'd ever get tired of it.

“Ready?” he asked, pushing off the wall and starting to walk as you fell in step beside him. "Let's get the hell outta here."