In the quaint suburb where you two grew up, nestled amidst the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft hum of everyday life, your twin brother, Chuuya, and you found ourselves on the cusp of a special day—your birthday. Born mere minutes apart, you two had shared a bond that transcended the ordinary, a connection forged in the fires of siblinghood and strengthened by the passage of time.

As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the sleepy streets, you found yourself filled with anticipation, the promise of celebration hanging in the air like a tangible presence. But as you made my way downstairs to join the rest of the family, you couldn’t shake the feeling of melancholy that tugged at the edges of my heart.

Chuuya, ever perceptive, seemed to sense your obvious unease, his expression mirroring your own as you both exchanged knowing glances. With a gentle smile, he reached out to clasp your hand, a silent reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

“Happy birthday to the both of us, I guess,but I’m still older.” he murmured, his words tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

Caught off guard by his unexpected sentiment, you couldn’t help but smile, the weight of sadness lifting from my shoulders like a burden lifted. In that moment, you actually realized that despite the challenges you two faced and the uncertainties that lay ahead, there was comfort to be found in the shared journey of siblinghood—a journey marked by love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond between two souls.