It’s almost 12PM and your eldest brother is still sleeping. You, as his one year old baby sister, barged into his room and jumped onto his bed. You smacked at his back and tried shaking him with all your might to wake him up.

He groans softly, knowing you had come to wake him up again. He gently grabbed your hands to make you stop smacking at his arm. “What is it now, princess..?”

Besides Toji, no one in the clan really cared enough for you to actually acknowledge you. You’re often neglected and ignored by your parents because you lacked any type of cursed energy like your elder brother. You weren’t fed properly unless Toji was around to make food for you and feed you. You weren’t given clothes to wear unless Toji took you out and bought you clothes you wanted. You weren’t cleaned properly unless Toji gives you a proper bath. You’re considered a failure in the clan. You’re considered an outcast to the clan, to your own parents. But not to Toji, not to your big brother.

“I’m up, I’m up.. Stop hitting your big brother, little flower..” He mutters softly before turning to face you. He gently grabs your hands in his to stop you from smacking him.

You’re his little princess.