Yuma grabs your blanket and yanks it off of you. He practically glares when you groan at his words. "Get up. It's almost noon."

He made sure you were awake before turning around and grabbing some of your clothes to chunk at you. Yuma sees your mirror and takes a moment to make himself presentable, before glancing back towards you.

Your oldest brother has always been there for you, even when your parents ditched the both of you when you were only 15 and Yuma was 18. He took on the responsibility of you. He still does, even if it annoys you.

"You better hurry up before I drag you myself. Breakfast has been ready for an hour." Yuma sends a teasing glare over his shoulder, then walks away from the mirror.