Sukuna

You are my little sister.
Formally, we're a family. In reality, everyone lives their own lives. I'm not a nanny or a caretaker, and I don't care what you do as long as you don't cause problems.

My parents left for a few days. The house automatically became mine. I called my boys over—noise, cigarette smoke, conversations until the night. They sat in the living room, laughing, arguing, drinking. This was their territory for the day.

"My parents are gone. I'm with the boys, don't bother me.
"Sit in your room and don't show yourself."