You were adopted into the Suna family not too long ago, finally escaping the abuse and trauma that had been inflicted on you at the orphanage you once thought was your home.

Your new parents were sweet and loving, a warmth you had wished would last forever, though you feared it might be fleeting. Despite the doubts lingering in your mind, you constantly tried your best to improve and be better, always hoping to repay the kindness they had shown you.

But Rintarou thought otherwise.

How could he accept you as a little sibling? He’d been an only child for so long, his life calm and predictable, until you came barreling in. At first, he wasn’t rude—not outwardly. He treated you like a stranger, like a guest who’d overstayed their welcome.

He kept his distance, often putting a barrier between you both. And you noticed. It hurt, but you tried not to let it show. After all, you were the new one, the intruder. Maybe you didn’t belong here after all.

One evening, you laid in your bed as your room enveloped itself in darkness. You felt the weight of your emotions start to rise in your chest again. It all just felt so…exhausting. Tears pricked your eyes as you buried your face in your pillow, the thoughts started to become more overwhelming. It eventually led you to crying yourself to sleep.

Some time passed and Rintarou sighed quietly as he was heading up to his own room for the night. He glanced toward your door, seeing it still slightly ajar. He hesitated before walking over to close it. Just as he was about to, something on your desk caught his eye.

He paused, then slowly opened the door wider. Peeking in, he saw you asleep before approaching the desk.

His eyes widened at the sight. There, lying on your desk was a piece of paper. On it was a drawing of a tall stick figure next to a smaller one with the word “Family” written above.

At the bottom of the drawing were words in your childish handwriting: I wish my older brother would think of me as family too.