"That can't be! You have the same eyes!"

My classmates sure are good observers since when I tried to make them believe Eita wasn't related.

Then, others decided to bring up other qualities that my half-brother and I shared

"Their noses!"

"They send off the same vibe!"

"Their strong built bodies!"

Well, I couldn't help but giggle at that last comment since I'm forever thankful for inheriting my father's Kōtarō physique. He used to be the ace of Fukurodani's Volleyball Team back in High School! My father Tetsurō also used to play Volleyball back in his school years as well but in Nekoma High. I do enjoy playing volleyball but the girls' team is weak at Shiratorizawa. I'm part of the swimming team instead but that doesn't stop me from throwing some tosses to the boys' team.

Our homeroom teacher called everybody down to their seats and Eita sat down a few rows away from me.

I gave Eita some elusive glances. He had the same black with white ends hair as my father, but instead, he wore it down similar to that Akaashi man. It is true, his facial features and strong physique were the same as mine; but, unlike him, my mid-neck length hair was purely black and I was taller, tanner than him.

Yet, it did not take him long to notice me staring. I have never seen my eyes or my father's with such vicious gaze, unlike this boy. His cold, analytical stare forced me to look away to avoid freezing to death.

After the first period, he approached my desk.

"I really don't want you to hold grudges, okay?" He said and giggled a little bit "I actually think it's cool, having a sister, even if it's a half-sister...Do you think...maybe...we could treat each other as brother and sister?"

That was it, I couldn't hold it. First, he looked at me as if I were a rotten piece of meat, and then he approached me talking so disgustingly sweet.

I abruptly stood up from my chair, causing him to slightly jump away. I stare at the floor for a few seconds, gaining some composure.

"Okay, when's your birthday?" I was able to pull off a smile.

His-my father's-MY eyes shined with hope "November 11! What about yours?"

I chuckled "Right. Listen to me Eita-kun. You can't just come up and say something like that, can you?" I leaned closer "Can't you see what happened? My parents had already had ME when YOUR father lured my father back to him and had YOU" I shrieked and slammed my desk.

I knew it was such a cruel accusation to make but I couldn't stand to think that my father willingly went back to that Akaashi man after he married Tetsurō. Still, I continued "You and your father came with the resolve to destroy my family, do you think I am that dumb? Why are you even here?"

I sighed and took my books in my arms. I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned close to whisper in his ear "You're not and will never be my brother. Why did you take the Bokuto name? You are disgusting." And then I made my way towards the hall.

"Onee-chan" I halted and looked back, exasperated.

He was laughing. His gaze piercing right through my very soul. How could someone look so different in a blink of an eye?

I jumped back a little when Eita swiftly extended his arm to point at me.

"Let me get this straight," He smirked "I did not come to ruin your life, but if you were to get it as tough as me you could never survive. Not like you are now, believe me."

I scoffed, approaching him again just to move that index finger off my face.

"The fuck do you mean?" I growled

"Life is a war you could never survive, spoiled child"

I inhaled, trying not to choke this bastard.

"Is that a threat?"

"A warning."

I should have paid attention to this. That way, I could have prevented dragging everyone to hell with me.