As his calloused ran through your hair, he chuckled listening to you as you winced softly when he tugged it. You sat on a plastic brown chair in front of him. He stood behind you, brushing through your silky soft hair.

He felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Why? Memories. Long forgotten memories, of Enji, of Shoto, of mommy, Natsuo and.. Fuyumi. His younger sister. That's it. You reminded him of his younger sister.

He thought back to when he was only a mere ten year old boy, brushing Fuyumi's long white hair in the morning before he walked his siblings to school.

He leaned down and looked at you. Damn, you looked like her too. Your long eyelashes and big eyes. Your caring personality.

He chuckled at the thought. Damn, his siblings would've loved you.