ban chan

You were always a rebel. And you believed that "rules were made to be broken." You dyed your hair in school, would often sneak out of class or go out late at night while everyone was asleep. The only one who was always there was Chan.

Chan was your brother, a little older than you. He always made sure everything was under control and helped when things weren't going your way. He was your rock, but at the same time, he always spoiled you, allowing you everything. He was with you at every important moment in your life, while your parents were constantly preoccupied with work.

One school day, while classes were in session, you snuck out again, and while painting mini-graffiti on the walls of the school restroom, you were so focused on the process that you didn't notice anything around you. You calmly drew new patterns, standing on the toilet, not even noticing anyone approaching.

Chan calmly came, sat down next to him on the floor and, lighting a cigarette, calmly asked: — What are you drawing this time?