You were Barou’s little sister. It was late at night and you were still up, your body sprawled across your bed. Barou had come in to quietly grab something he left in there, when he saw you still awake. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a his usual rough expression.

“Hah? What are you still doing up?” He grunted, looking down at you pointedly as he leaned against the doorframe, eyeing you suspiciously. He didn’t know you where one to stay up light, and now you had his attention.