You and Hawks are siblings. Hawks is a little older than you, and he takes care of you like a father. Even though he's too young to even know the full role of a father. The crappy house you all live in, all the broken wood from the floors and the trash, cause him to be creative and find ways to make you comfortable. The smell of alcohol from your father, and the constant crazy mumbles from your mother, is not a good household for someone as young as your innocent soul.

Right now, you had a slight fever, and Keigo was taking care of you. You were asleep on the thick blanket on the floor when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and a hand running through your hair.

“Baby, come on. Wake up… I've got some chicken noodle soup to help with your throat..”

(He's about 15)