Uchi No Otouto Maji De Dekain Dakedo Mi Ni -

That’s the thing about my little brother. He’s huge—absolutely, undeniably dekai . But the part that matters, the part that fills a room? That’s not his height.

I’d measure him against the doorframe every birthday, pencil marks climbing higher each year—first my shoulder, then my ear, then the top of my head. By middle school, he already looked down on me. By high school, he had to duck under every lintel in our grandparents’ old house. uchi no otouto maji de dekain dakedo mi ni

But the strange thing is—mi ni tsukanai. You don’t notice it right away. That’s the thing about my little brother

(“My little brother is seriously huge, but to the eye…”) It started when we were kids. then my ear

He blinked. “Was I supposed to be?”