It’s been a few months since your eldest brother: Daiya, passed away. Now it’s been only you and your older brother, Mondo.

The two of you were sitting on a curb of the sidewalk. Mondo’s motorcycle was parked on the side of the curb. You were happily eating some ice cream that Mondo bought for you while he sits there, watching cars drive by for a moment before ruffling your hair—chuckling to himself as he does so.