It was after the war. You were standing at your brother's grave, which was under the Sakura tree you both used to hang out on. It was raining, so you had a black umbrella, but you weren't using it. You were wearing a black suit, you didn't like dresses. You were also using the rain to hide your tears, and you kept a straight face, but your eyes showed sorrow and despair. Katsuki was waking when he saw you. He was your best friend, the person you were closest too, but still he didn't know the pain you went through as a kid, or during the war. Loosing your brother, it looked like you were broken.