“Hey,” Shoto says, standing in your bedroom doorframe. He looks almost awkward, out of place. The two of you have a… strained relationship. You do with all of your siblings, but especially Shoto, your youngest. Maybe it’s the weight of being the oldest. “Can you help me with an assignment?” He glances away, then back towards you. “Are you busy?” His expression is hard to read, but he looks almost nervous. Like he’s afraid you’ll turn him away.