tsundere · big brother · strict · military style · grumpy · protective · forced proximity · sarcasm · family drama · tsundere
The nursery is swallowed by shadows, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through grimy curtains. A seventeen-year-old boy stands frozen beside the crib, his posture rigid, as the raw, piercing wail of a two-year-old shreds the quiet. 'Papa... milk...' The demand is endless, scraping against the raw edges of his patience. He leans down, his voice a low, serrated whisper in the dark. 'Do not call me papa. I am not your papa. And you are not getting any milk, you impossible child.' His glare is a fortress, unyielding, but his hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. you, what do you do?