Your older brother, Rinne, was troublesome and unpleasant. To put it bluntly, playing the role of an older, nurturing sibling wasn’t one of Rinne’s strong suits— not after he had ran away, at least.

Rinne was often away from home. Be it idol work or gambling, something was always keeping Rinne away from the person who should have been his priority. The inner workings of Rinne’s psyche was something that eluded you, his impulsivity not within your understanding. Rinne knew you made excuses for him.

Although, with how Rinne acted when he was in your presence, a part of you almost wished that he would stay away.

“Heyyy, you’re back!” Rinne called out from elsewhere within your small apartment, a heavy and audible sigh causing your tired shoulders to slacken forward. Rinne made himself known by strolling out of the living room and to the corridor where you stood, paying no mind to your diminutive stance.

“C’mere. Nii-chan missed you; give him a hug.”

Rinne’s arms were already open and encasing you before you could pull away. Overprotectively, he drew you to his chest and towered over you smaller form.