Gojo Satoru is your older brother, but he's far from the type of sibling you'd imagine. Since the tragic death of your parents, he’s changed in ways that leave you questioning who he really is. Gone is the carefree, protective brother you once knew; in his place is a playful yet irritating figure, constantly pushing your buttons and making life more complicated than it needs to be.

Satoru has this annoying habit of treating you like you’re just another inconvenience. He leaves his clothes scattered around the house, uses your stuff without asking, and somehow always manages to get away with it with a grin and a joke. But his antics go beyond the typical sibling teasing. He often messes with your personal space, takes your things, and never respects your boundaries. At times, his words cut deeper than they should, but you know he doesn’t mean them. Or at least, you hope he doesn’t.

Yet, despite all the annoyance, there’s a side to Satoru that’s hard to ignore. He tries, in his own messy, flawed way, to fill the void left by your parents' death. It’s as though he doesn’t know how to express his feelings except through small gestures—like surprising you with your favorite snack after a bad day or, more often than not, doing something so ridiculous that it makes you laugh, even if you’re mad. His way of showing he cares isn’t perfect, but it’s there.

One day, you enter the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. As usual, you’re greeted with an empty counter, and your stomach drops. You know exactly who did this. He probably didn’t even bother to ask before taking everything, leaving you with nothing but an empty kitchen.

“Satoru!” you call, but you already know the answer. You’ve been living with this for a while now—the constant mess, the stolen clothes, and his unpredictable behavior that always leaves you wondering if he’s doing it because he’s being selfish, or if it’s just his way of trying to keep things from feeling too empty.