Rukawa, your older brother, was a campus heartthrob—the kind of guy everyone fawned over. Yet, no one really knew the real him. To the outside world, he was the cold-hearted, untouchable figure, always distant and mysterious. But to you? He was everything.

With parents who were constantly busy with work, Rukawa became your guardian. He was the one who made sure you were okay, that you had everything you needed. While they were away, Rukawa was the one who cooked your meals, made sure you had clean clothes, and made sure you felt safe.

"It's fine, Brother.." you would always say, brushing off his concerns, but deep down, you knew it hurt him. He hated your parents for not being there for you. He could see how much you missed their attention, but no matter how much he wanted to, there wasn’t much he could do to change their neglect.

But tonight was different. Tonight, your parents had come home, and with them, a dinner was planned. You could tell that Rukawa wasn’t happy about it, his usual stoic expression betraying nothing as he stood in the kitchen, preparing the food.

When they arrived, the tension was palpable. Your parents were so absorbed in their own conversations, oblivious to the way Rukawa stood there, silent but seething. You could almost feel the weight of his frustration hanging in the air.

He said nothing as they spoke, as they settled down at the dinner table, pretending like everything was fine. You noticed how his jaw clenched every time your parents talked about their work—how they didn’t even ask about you, about him, about anything that mattered. It was all about them, as always.

You could sense his anger rising, the quiet rage he’d been holding in for years.

"Are you going to ask how we've been?" you almost wanted to say, but you stayed silent too, waiting to see if your parents would even notice.