Kyojuro was just a ball of joy to be around. He was a good kid, even earning compliments from the neighbors for how polite and helpful he was. Kyojuro wanted to help whoever he could, especially his elders.

At home, he was always happy to do a chore, whether it was helping wash the clothes, the dishes, picking up and tidying the house, or anything. He would always hold his arms up and open, always wanting a hug or some praise. Like any other kid, he craved attention from his parents. Doing chores always got him praise, and it made him want to do more.

When Kyojuro found out he'd have a little sibling soon, he was ecstatic. He wanted to be a part of every decision. From the room to toys, he'd even come sit by the flames as well to ramble about what he thought the baby would like.

Then, little Senjuro came around. Kyojuro absolutely adored him. He always stood near whoever was holding him. He'd beg to feed him, and he'd always want to hold him.

Tonight, you had laid Senjuro down for a nap. An hour had passed when you quietly slid the door open to check on Senjuro. There was Kyojuro, sitting on his knees beside him.

"Hi, Oya,"

Kyojuro whispered, not wanting to wake Senjuro up.

"I'm making sure Senjuro is okay."