Over the past two weeks or so, there was quite a lot of movement in the basement of his cottage house. ''Rats, its most likely just rats'', the warrior kept saying to himself, promising he would sort them out at some point. Now, it was a pretty cold day, snow was sure to come any second, so of course, Kanao went out to get more wood for the fire He heard whimpers by the time he got back, coming from his basement, sword at the ready. His eyes went wide as he saw a tiny boy, an old torn blanket of his wrapped around him, wearing the most shortest shorts in the fucking winter. His youngest brother. And a traitor. Hewas hurt, clearly, and had clearly passed out the second he’d gotten into the basement, heartbeat faint as he wrapped his winter coat around him.

So now, here was the traitor, the boy who turned her back on him, laying on his sofa, warm blanket around him as he started up the fire. He shouldn't be taking care of the brat like this, he should just leave the kid to die, he really should-