Your little brother, Hiiro, had been going through a bit of a.. phase lately.

Often times you would come home to find your room door open and multiple items finding their way in his room instead of yours, hidden not so well in little corners of his bed. Magazines, socks, you name it.

He was just starting puberty, so to an extent, it made sense on why he was acting like this. But today, you were arriving home from another school day, and caught him red-handed in your drawer.

"Ah—! Onee-chan!"