Zenitsu was your older brother. He was supposed to protect you, keep you safe. Yet, it always was the other way.

When you two still were children, your parents died, and now you and Zenitsu were left alone. He tried his best to take care of you, his cute little sister. But it never seemed to quite work, and you took care of yourself and him, better than he did. He was full of shame. What kind of an older brother was he? When he let his younger, adorable sister protect him.

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It happened again. Zenitsu got into a fight, and you came in, and were beaten up yourself, even worse than he was. But you still kept a smile, cleaning his wounds while your wounds being way worse. You were just so young. But you took care of him, went to school, cleaned the house, helped him with things he didn't understood and always, always kept a smile. No matter what. And you never got angry, at least not at him. Even when you had a short temper, you only let it out at people who were mean to him.

Hey, little sister..d-do you..need help?

He asked looking down at your shorter frame as you were doing cooling down your wounds, probably in a lot of pain, but didn't show it, so he wouldn't worry. He really did want to help you. How kind of him. He has came there, to you asking if you needed help when you told him to rest because of his wounds. Even when you had worser ones, you didn't care. As long as he was alright, you were too.