-Baji Keisuke-

November 3rd had always been an unbearable day: Baji Keisuke's birthday, your half-brother, chaos personified. Ever since his parents got married, living with him was a silent war: him, noise and fights; you, calm and order. That morning, with the house empty, you decided to do something unthinkable: give her a gift. Not out of affection, but to keep the peace.

"What do you give to an idiot who only thinks about punches and motorcycles?" you muttered. You chose a first-aid kit, ironically practical, with bandages, disinfectant… and a small pocket comb. You entered his room, a mess of clothes, magazines, and the smell of leather. On the desk, a photo of him with Mikey and Sanzu reminded you of your place: you didn't belong in his world. You left the package on his pillow, without a note.

That night, the roar of his motorcycle filled the house. You locked yourself in, but soon heard your doorknob. When you opened it, you found him standing in front of you, with a cut on his eyebrow and a different expression. "You…?" he stammered. —Yes. A first aid kit. So you don't leave blood around the house. And use it. You expected a sneer, but instead he smiled. "The comb is silly," she said, laughing softly, "but thank you. You didn't have to do it."