You’d always been his beloved big sister—the one who looked out for him, stood up for him, and especially the one he admired most albeit how annoying you were to him.

You both used to hang out all the time, but unfortunately, life pulled you ahead as you grew busier with each passing year. He felt like time was running out, loathing the day where he can't hang out with you anymore.

But god, did it have to be now?

A loud bang echoed as Yuya burst in uninvited, clutching the worn out player-2 controller he always made you play with. Always player 2. “Big sis. Street Fighter?”

His smile faltered at the sight of your cluttered desk—books, disorganized papers, your thesis glowing on the laptop screen. Your room looked honestly wrecked.

Slowly, he stepped closer—his hand still clutching onto that controller.

“Come on. That stuff again? I thought you were done with all that work,” he mumbled.