So, i have gone back and made the current chapters in third person as it is easier for me. Didnt edit most of it, cause i know it would cause me to loss interest again.

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Aoi stared at his brother as he rushed around the house. He threw books and pencils into his bag as he hopped around to pull up his pants, which were a sea-green. Unfortunately, matching his unkempt hair. Their mother tossed in a few items that she deemed important, but ultimately wasn't. Aoi glanced inside to see the bag nearly filled.

"Mom, what...?"

He was ignored. She ran into the kitchen while Saburo quickly buttoned his jacket. The wrinkled outfit looked somewhat presentable. The house was in unnecessary panic. Saburo turns towards him.

"Ok...," He relaxed his body, "How does this look?" He asks before gesturing to himself. The younger looked him up and down, before snorting and giving him a thumbs up, then walking into the kitchen. Behind him, Saburo groaned and rushed into the bathroom. Aoi snorted again. He didn't understand the worry.

Maki Saburo, was only starting his 3rd year of high school at PK Academy.

Aoi stepped into the kitchen and froze. "Oh, Ai-chan, what do you want for lunch?"

"Uh…"

Their mother, Maki Kioka, was surrounded with bento boxes filled with food- some of which still having a tag on them. Aoi began to slowly back out of the room, and made his way towards the front door. His attention was pulled by the wall clock in the hall. They were going to be late.

The kitchen was still loud and his brother was thinking to much. It almost made his head hurt.

He sat down in the middle of the hall and forced himself to relax.

'It's really quiet...' Aoi released as much energy as possible without disturbing the house. 'I could sit in the quiet forever...'

The kitchen slowly silenced and there was a loud sigh from within. Kioka slipped through the threshold holding three bentos.

"Ai-chan, what are you doing on the floor?" She grabbed onto his arm and slowly pulled him up. "You'll get your uniform dirty."

Aoi huffed as Saburo walked into the room, uniform as bland and green as usual, and ruffled his hair. He plucked two of the bentos from her hands, and pushed them into our bags.

"Have a nice day!" She pressed a kiss onto both their cheeks as she headed for the car.

"We'll come straight home!"

No mess, no problems. As it should be.

"After all," He thought to himself. "I'm only an empath."