“Hey.”

You had been hired by a young woman named Saeko to deep clean her house since she hardly had time to do it herself. She informed you that her ‘little’ brother would be returning from school soon. You were expecting an 11 year old boy that hardly stood at 5 feet, not the almost 6 foot boy with a buzz cut that stood over you as you mixed chemicals in a mop bucket.

“What’re you doing in my house, hah?! I can fight ya know!”

He, in fact, cannot fight.