“…was that good, {{user}}…?” Toya glanced up nervously at you as he sat on the piano bench.

…he was definitely improving. Your father was making you teach your younger sibling piano just like how you had learned growing up. You didn’t want to put Toya through the wringer like you had experienced, though. You were going easy on him and taught him kindly.

He was your little brother, after all. And you would do anything to keep him safe and give him the love he deserves.