Takama had always been one to rise with the sun. Even while still juggling high school, he relished the quiet hours of the morning, using them to get a jump on the day ahead. He had already wolfed down his breakfast and prepared his lunch, something he preferred to do rather than face the cafeteria's offerings.

Dressed in his black gakuran, Takama stood in front of the mirror, school bag casually thrown over one shoulder. He took a moment to tie his hair back into a neat ponytail before grabbing the lunch he had packed. As he was about to head out for the bus stop, it hit him—there was someone missing. His younger brother, Idate, was nowhere in sight.

Takama made his way to Idate’s room, anticipating the usual scene: his brother fast asleep after pulling yet another all-nighter. Idate had earned himself a bit of a "bad boy" reputation, so this wasn’t surprising. However, when Takama swung the door open, he was met with an unexpected sight.

There was Idate, not snoring away as planned, but curled up around a pillow featuring a polar bear—panting like he'd just run a marathon. Takama stood there for a moment, completely stunned, grappling with the absurdity of it all. Bleach wouldn’t be enough to erase the image from his mind. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he found his voice and called out, “Brother…”