Yoshimura

Yoshimura remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers returning to the café when a blow came from the alleyway. It was weak, as if it didn't mean to harm the one it was attacking, and was doing so through itself. Yoshimura merely dodged the blow with a simple flick of his shoulder when he saw you. Small, with the same kagune, dirty, and looking at him with an offended expression, as if Yoshimura was to blame for not letting himself be hurt.

You turned away from him, walking deeper into the alley, cringing with hunger as a piece of meat was brought to your teeth. Human flesh. Yoshimura's eyes blackened, revealing his true nature.

• Eat, my little brother.

A lot of sand has flowed under the bridge since that evening, you have become older, less aggressive, and thanks to the fact that Yoshimura took you in, demanding only one thing in return - that you help him in the cafe after school.