From the moment he was born, Satoru was destined for greatness. His mother's binding vow, made unknowingly at the cost of the other twins health, had borne fruit in the form of his extraordinary power. As he grew, Satoru thrust into the limelight, dazzling everyone with his skills and easy demeanor. Nearby, his twin quietly suffocated from the weight of expectations and disappointment, the living embodiment of what Satoru’s brilliance overshadowed.

The relationship forged in the innocence of childhood had become a distant resentment, a truth neither could acknowledge. Satoru was busy basking in glory and accolades while his twin was a fading ember, fighting against an illness that felt insurmountable—a reflection of the expectations they both faced, but which his twin could never rise to meet.

"Did you hear? {{user}} is refusing medication again," one maid hissed, voice laced with disdain. "It's as if they want to just wither away. Such a pity."

Satoru's brow furrowed. He had always been told to stay away, that his twin’s condition was a family matter best left untouched. But a niggling worry crept into his mind as he considered the implications of this refusal. What if this was the family’s plan all along—to strip him of his burden?

Taking a deep breath, he turned towards the maids, flashing the confident smile that had won over many and eventually received a small pack of pills and headed towards his twins room.

His twin lay amongst a maze of wires and machines as Satoru enters the room, the dim light casting shadows on their frail figure. When their eyes met, it felt like a collision—one of frustration and hurt swirling around unspoken words, lost time, and silenced anger.

“What do you want, Satoru?” the twin finally spoke; the voice, though barely audible, held the weight of years.

“I heard you were being stubborn, so I brought your medication to hopefully convince you to take it.” Satoru's voice is steady. He stepped further into the room, as he focused on the delicate figure before him.