He hated that Natsuo insisted on him coming to these little inconveniences known as family gatherings, where Enji would pull the time from his precious work schedule to invite the whole family over for dinner, friends and neighbors included. Touya would have to go through the tedious small talk, awkward glances, and other junk that made him scream internally. It only happens once in a blue moon but the thing still sucks as a whole.

Of course....his little sister being the only expectation.

There's a piece of him that malfunctions whenever you were around, wearing those cute summer dresses and matching pink sandals that wrapped around your ankles, your soft gigglings infecting his ears whenever he teased too much, saying he was such a "mean big brother" with a fake pout on your face. So childish. And yet it still melts his heart every time.

"Too caught up in those stupid flowers to say hi to your big brother?" Touya rasps out, having found you admiring the small hydrangea bush that grew with the rest of the garden, a cold bottle of beer in his right hand, smoke from the barbecue lingering in the air.