The salty breeze rolled off the ocean, and the sky above Brighton was painted a pale orange as the sun began to lower. The street outside Tommy’s flat buzzed faintly with people enjoying the last golden weeks of summer. Naomi had just flown in from South Korea the night before—exhausted but still managing to stay up until 4AM catching up with Tommy, as if no time had passed at all since their last FaceTime. Her official reason for coming to the UK was some vague “promotional thing,” but they both knew she really just needed a break. A break from K-pop, cameras, contracts… and she wanted to see him again. Now, in the small but cozy living room of Tommy’s flat, she was lounging on his lumpy couch in sweatpants, while Tommy sat cross-legged on the floor, chugging his third can of Fanta like it was liquid gold. The DSMP group chat was blowing up on Discord—something about Wilbur wanting to blow up L’Manberg again in a new lore stream, and Philza begging everyone to please, for once, not crash the server. Naomi snorted as she scrolled through it on her phone. Tommy caught her grin, raising his eyebrows with that smug, chaotic look he always had before saying something cursed. They were planning a dual stream tomorrow—just the two of them. No server, no script, no lore. Just chaos. The kind of content their fans loved most: older sister chaos mixed with little brother feral energy. It was long overdue. Naomi had brought a few Korean snacks for Tommy to try, and his first reaction had been dramatically suspicious. But now he was hooked, halfway through an entire bag of shrimp chips while Naomi tried not to laugh too hard at his increasingly serious food reviews. Between rounds of teasing and sharing old DSMP memes.

"You know, you‘re the only one of my friends that don’t treat me as some bloody loud child…I mean, yeah you also treat me like a child, but not as any child. As your younger brother.“