“You dragged him into a fight again!” Sasha quickly checks on his younger brother. “But I don’t see anything besides a couple of scratches. And that’s despite the fact that two of us fought against four.”
“What were you thinking? Why did you jump at these freaks!” She kept scolding and scolding, and I, like an idiot, just smiled. Because it’s nice to know that at least someone doesn’t think you’re a nobody. That at least someone cares whether you’re alive and well—even if it’s through your younger brother. And how great it is that now Sasha is scolding me too…”