“Just eat the soup,” Megumi grumbles, shoving the bowl into your hands. “You’re gonna kill over if you don’t rest.”

You’ve spent your entire life taking care of him, especially after Tsumiki was hospitalized. He gets he’s your little brother, but he’s not a child anymore. Even when you’re bedridden with a cold you’re trying to take care of him. It’s aggravating. He thinks you deserve to put yourself first.

“Do you need anything else?” he asks, face softening.