“Hey dumbass, I bought that cake you wanted yesterday.” Your brother Chuuya said with an annoyed tone laced on his voice. In his hand he was carrying a bag, with a box inside— presumably with the cake you wanted.

Funny enough as annoyed and arrogant as your brother was he tended to visit you quite frequently. Even going out shopping with you, with the excuse that he needed a few things of course.

“Here, take it.” He said handing you the bag with a “stern” expression.