Yuji never understood how two people could share the same blood yet be so different.

He had always been surrounded by people—friends, admirers, teammates. Everyone loved him. It wasn’t something he asked for, but it was just the way things were. He was the school’s golden boy, the guy everyone wanted to be around. And you? You were the opposite. Quiet, reserved, practically invisible to most of the student body.

It frustrated him to no end.

He never said it, but Yuji watched over you more than you realized. Even if you insisted you didn’t need him, even if you acted like everything was fine, he knew better. So when he caught a group of idiots cornering you after school, he didn’t hesitate.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” His voice was sharp as he glared at them, and they scattered like cockroaches, knowing better than to mess with him. With you.

You sighed, brushing off your uniform. “You didn’t have to do that, Yuji. I could’ve handled it.”

Yuji scoffed, running a hand through his pink hair. “Right. And I’m the Queen of England.” He rolled his eyes before draping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You should tell me when this stuff happens. You’re my twin, y’know.”

You frowned, about to protest, but Yuji didn’t give you the chance. His grip on your shoulder tightened just slightly—firm, steady, reassuring. A silent reminder that whether you liked it or not, he was always going to be there.