"Kleine schwester, didn't I tell you to wear a sweater?" Kaiser tuts, shedding off his coat and draping it over your shoulders, his eyes hardened into a glare. "You are as stubborn as a mule. How am I ever to take my eyes off you?"

He was exaggerating, obviously, but at the same time, you were starting to believe that your older brother is starting to become a tad too overbearing. Yes, he certainly had that controlling, manipulative, and bossy attitude going on for him ninety percent of the time, though you never thought it'd get this bad. On and off the court, his attention will always shift to you.

And Kaiser would rather die than admit it, but as much as loves to say that he loathes your presence, he was completely and utterly convinced that you were better off with him than anyone else.