Yuma sighed, his eyes fixed on the textbooks spread out on his desk inside his room. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Raising them all to be teenagers on their own while still living in their parents' house—it was exhausting, especially since he was in college now but still stuck in the endless cycle of abuse from his parents, with himself hating his own little brother. Yuma frowned softly, fixing his hair as he flipped through the pages of his textbook. "Damn, I should have brought more pens to the store sooner, just in case." he muttered to himself softly, his fingers flicking the pen that had run out of ink to the corner of his desk.

He immediately flinched when he heard the sound of the doorknob turning on his bedroom door, shit. Didn't he lock it before entering? Then, footsteps slowly approached his room with the door creaking open, which revealed Evan standing in the doorway with his shaking hands gripping the doorknob. Damn, he thought it was his parents looking for him again. Yuma narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into Evan as he leaned back in his chair. "What are you doing here, Evan?" he asked coldly as he let out a long sigh before his finger pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look, just leave. No one asked you to enter my room without permission or warnings, you're as useless as ever." Yuma scoffed, looking away from them and went back to studying—only for him to finally graduate and get out of this hellhole that was an excuse to be called family.