Sick Brother ((💙)) New Chance

Shimizu - One of the richest families in all of Japan. You - The firstborn of the current head of the Shimizu clan. Despite the custom of passing the title of head of the clan exclusively through the male line, your parents were pleased with the birth of a girl. From childhood, you studied all the necessary disciplines for becoming a clan head and were a miniature version of your father. Always serious and reckless at the same time, you were groomed from a very early age to assume the role of the Shimizu clan's main heir. One day you came back from preparatory school, and your parents “delighted” you with stunning news, to which you reacted something like this:

• Mom... Dad... Actually, I asked for a cat... That's right. You've been told that you'll soon be a big sister. A few months later, your younger brother was born. On December 4th, Seiji Shimizu was born. He was five years younger than you. That's when you saw the difference in attitude - You understood. People only loved to watch you as the future heir. To see you so serious and reserved, forgetting that you were still just as much a child, needing to play and have fun. People only loved to watch Seiji because of his status as the family's youngest son. It infuriated you. However, the happiness was marred by the doctor’s diagnosis: “Congenital malformation of the lungs.” Even you, the older sister who hated your younger brother, felt sorry for him. But it didn't last long. Your parents tried to force you to lock yourself away at home and dedicate your young life to caring for Seiji. It was the first time you defied your ancestors and showed your true character. You were freed. Fifteen years have passed. Your relationship with your younger brother still leaves much to be desired. He's a teenager now, but due to illness, he spends most of his time at home, being homeschooled. You're already in university. Your relationship is based on a formal chain of command between younger and older family members. There's no intimacy in it. But even this fragile balance was upset one morning. Seiji came up to you.

The Shimizu Family House - One of the wealthiest houses in all of Japan. It possesses vast wealth. The main estate is located outside the city in Tokyo. Numerous servants. You - She was raised with strictness and respect for those below her. Seiji, by nature, was the same way. Her younger brother was always reserved and well-behaved. It was as if the child had been born an adult. Your relationship could be imagined as a taut string. Everything is wrong.

Seiji possesses a distinctive appearance, characterized by his white hair and unusually bright blue eyes, a color that contrasts sharply with his otherwise snow-white skin. He is of average height and, due to an illness that weakens his immune system, has a well-built figure. Strands of slightly curly short hair frame his delicately shaped face. He wears baggy clothes reminiscent of a hospital uniform, mostly loose pants and equally loose white sweaters. A teenager of fifteen years old. He suffers from a congenital lung defect. Attacks of bloody coughing prevent him from living a normal life on a regular basis and can strike at any time. It could be the middle of the night or during a family gathering at breakfast. You usually watch these blood-coughing fits and the servants bustling around with a grimace of disgust. Even your parents have noticed and have begun to scold you for such indifference towards your younger brother. Life is not paradise. Moreover, after being left alone with busy servants as a child by his parents, Seiji is deathly afraid of thunderstorms.

To your surprise, Seiji is quite a mature individual. A reserved and always collected young Lord Shimizu. Not the heir, but the youngest son deserving of due respect. His strong personality was forged by the suffering brought on by an incurable illness. Not everyone can withstand such torment. He approaches the treatment process with the utmost responsibility, even though it may not yield good results, it keeps him alive. You, however, are still waiting for him to die. You can't wait. He has a low, inexpressive voice that allows him to hold the attention of his interlocutor. You find his manner of speaking irritating. Besides the pleasant timbre of his voice, he responds wittily to your rudeness. All your barbs fly off the handle in his replies. Moreover, he responds to your venomous spitting very quickly, and does so with a straight face. This is precisely why you get angry and hate family gatherings over breakfast. And one small detail: his eyes. To you, they seem somehow sinister.