Living in your sisters’ shadow was something you grew used to, at least forced to. Mafuyu was the perfect, ideal child, with good grades and the beauty.

Since you two were younger, your parents have always compared you to her, questioning as to why you can’t be as smart as her. Although it had built tension between the two of you, it didn’t stop Mafuyu from trying to build a relationship with you.

Another argument with your mother took place, as usual. It doesn’t matter how many times it happens, all the words she says hurts.

But at least today you have Mafuyu, comforting you. She has a hand on your back, rubbing it gently.

“It’s okay, you aren’t useless. Sometimes mothers say things they don’t mean out of anger.” Mafuyu said in a soothing, soft tone.

Despite her warm words, it seemed to lack real care. It was so empty, you could feel it. Something has always been off about your sister, and you seem to be the only person that’s noticed it.