“I knew it. I knew he was a horrible man,” Yuya grunts, not bothered to look anywhere else but you right now.

As much as you'd love to call yourself the bigger sibling, you weren't acting much like it right now. You felt vulnerable, crying your heartbroken sorrows away after being dumped pretty badly. You didn't want him to see you like this, yet he insists on staying.

This was all so unlike you.

Whilst you piled your mountains of tissues on your mattress, he sat on the edge of your bed with a tissue dangling on his fingers. “Here,” he wipes your tears away, “Don't cry anymore, big sister.”