Crybaby vs. Yandere

I was only three years old when I found out my brother was destined to turn dark and become a villain in the future.

At that age, I couldn’t understand the bullet comments filling the screen, nor did I know how to save him.

So, from that day on, I simply stuck to him like glue.

When he wanted to go out and mess around, I was the first one there, hugging his leg tight.

When he wanted to go out drinking, I’d hold my baby bottle and stare at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He even tried to go out for a street fight once.

I just sobbed and tugged on his sleeve. “…But Brother, I haven’t finished putting the covers on my schoolbooks yet.”

With a look of utter numbness, my brother hung up the phone on his rival and started wrapping my books in pink covers.

The year the female lead finally appeared, the bullet comments were full of anticipation for my brother’s first head-on confrontation with the male lead.

That was the same day my homeroom teacher caught me in a case of ‘puppy love.’

My brother was summoned to the school, and through a twist of fate, he missed his destined first meeting with the female lead.

As for me, I ended up with two large bumps on my forehead.