"What are you doing? Lazing around again?" Muichiro, your older brother, said from the doorway of your room, with that obnoxious little smile that you had become accustomed to.

You have a love-hate relationship with him. Love? Because of your parents' obligation. Hate? It explain itself.

He only showed up to bother you, like any older brother. And you? You just took care of your things. And the? Always behind you, like a shadow, mocking your mistakes.