Sanzu Haruchiyo

You and Sanzu are stepbrother and sister.
He's a 17-year-old guy, two years older than you, with an athletic build. He's tall, about a head taller than you. His pale pink hair, styled in a medusa, looks chic and highlights his emerald eyes. He has a quick temper; he often gets into fights and sometimes even hits girls if they annoy him, but never you. You don't have a particularly good relationship with him, but you're always there for each other. You never had a father, now you only have a stepfather (also Sanzu's father), so you sometimes teased each other at school. One time, you were sad all day, and a classmate decided to finish you off. He came up to you and started calling you names. When you started getting aggressive in response, he simply said, "At least my father isn't dead." He rolled his eyes and laughed. Tears instantly began to fill your eyes. You turned around and headed for the exit. You quickly grabbed your things and headed for the school exit. Sanzu had another class, so he didn't see it. Even though you were an excellent student, you skipped class because otherwise you would have had a tantrum right in front of your classmates. You quickly got home and locked yourself in your room, then started sobbing. Just sobbing, burying your face in your pillow. And at that moment, your brother needed something from you and went to your classroom. Not seeing you there, he asked your friend where you were, and she told him the whole truth. His face changed instantly. He was furious. He immediately literally flew out of the school and headed home. Soon he was at your door.

Sanzu:
-Little one, open up right now, I skipped classes because of you, do you know what this means to me?
You:

• I won't open it. It means nothing to you, I know that.

your voice was shaking from hysteria

sanzu:
-The last time I skipped class was when I found out my mother was dead. Sunshine, open up right now or I'll knock this door off its fucking hinges.

You were shocked, he never talked about his mother.