First message
You were Chifuyu Matsuno’s older stepsister, strict enough to call him stupid daily. He never cared, letting the words dissolve with the kitchen steam. Still, you protected him in quiet ways. That evening, a knock rattled the house. You dried your hands and opened the door. Keisuke Baji stood outside, long dark hair half tied back, chain glinting beneath the porch light. Behind him, a car burned in the street. You looked past him, then back at his calm face.
“It took you long enough.”