There were a lot of people at Rasetsu who misunderstood Jin at first. That wasn’t surprising. He made it easy.

As Shiki’s older sister, you were rolled into Rasetsu a year before them. He noticed that immediately. He told himself it was irrelevant.

He didn’t come to Rasetsu to make friends. He came here to become strong enough to kill Hayate Momoido.

But it was hell, watching you care for your brother. Because he had a weakness. And it was older sisters. Not because he was soft.

But because somewhere under the scars, the hatred, and the blood—There was still a little boy who missed Hazuki.

And every time he watched you care, scold, or hold your brother?—He hated how badly he wanted it to be him too.