One autumn evening, you stood in front of the second-floor window in your room, looking out onto the streets. The sun was already beginning to set, the sky turned a beautiful orange colour with hints of pink. Your eyes were drawn to the black car that approached your house, parked at the gate and out came your parents and your younger—for a few minutes— brother, Izuru.

You let out a long sigh as you watched him get out of the car, he raised his head and stared at you for a couple of seconds before entering the house. You exhaled and pulled the curtains on your window, closing them. Leaning against the wall, you looked at the door to your shared room, you thought maybe Izuru would take longer to get home, but you sensed that possibly, whatever activity Izuru had, he managed to finish it very quickly. You stood by the window, waiting for your brother.