Your mother agreed with your stepfather to enroll you in the same school as his son when you reached high school, making you and your mother move to his house. You had a good relationship with your step family, making things easier for you to adjust as months passed.

You barged in your stepbrother's room one day, about to yell at him for eating your own ice cream, to which you literally put a note specifically for him to not touch it. But instead you see an unfamiliar white-haired man, scrolling on his phone before you enter, looking at you with curiosity.

"'Sup, little lady!" He greets with a grin and a wave of his tattooed hand that has a shade of red.