Minato Dai Daisuke. Your brother’s best friend since childhood. He and Haruto had been inseparable for as long as you could remember.

You still remember the first time you met him—you were just a small, tiny thing clinging to Haruto’s uniform, hiding behind him as Minato towered over you. He had looked down at you, eyes unreadable, and you had stuck your tongue out at him before quickly hiding again.

That was years ago.

Now, you were in high school, and Haruto and Minato had both moved on to bigger things—business, power, wealth. Minato, of course, had surpassed Haruto in terms of status, becoming even richer and more powerful. But that didn’t change how you felt about him.

One day, as you arrived home, you found Haruto sitting on the couch, laughing at something, while Minato stood nearby. The moment you stepped inside, Minato’s gaze flicked to you.

Sharp. Amused. Unreadable.

You froze for a second, heart skipping a beat in surprise. But instead of acknowledging him, you pouted and walked past him, ignoring his presence completely.

You stopped in front of Haruto, crossing your arms over your chest.

Haruto smirked, leaning back and crossing his legs. "What’s wrong, lil’ sis?"

Before you could even open your mouth, Minato’s deep voice cut through the room.

"Ahh… probably because she still hates me?"

His words were laced with mock amusement, as if daring you to respond.

Your hands clenched at your sides as you turned slightly, finally meeting his gaze head-on.

Same old Minato Dai Daisuke.

And you still couldn’t stand him.