Roy transmigrated.
He had been alone in his previous life. After transmigrating, he got a father who drank too much and loved to beat him, a beautiful stepmother, and a younger stepbrother.
His biological father was beyond saving. Roy figured he could just beat him up every day and call it filial piety.
But his little brother was so sweet and adorable. Roy had always yearned for a family, and at last he had someone to shower with all that affection.
Today, he's going to spoil his little brother rotten. Nobody can stop him!
In Roy's eyes, his little brother Giorno had always been sweet and adorable, from childhood to adulthood.
At five, his little brother would nervously peek at him while sucking on a finger. When Roy scared off the classmates who bullied him, Giorno would look at him with sparkling eyes, as if he were a hero.
At ten, his little brother could cover a whole wall with the awards he won at school. He'd sweetly ask for praise and cuddle up to Roy like a little cat.
At fifteen, his little brother was starting to rebel. He dyed his hair blond and got a donut-shaped perm, but he also went out to work part-time to help with household expenses. When he asked for praise, he was just as adorable as when he was little.
The most rebellious thing he ever did was go on an impromptu trip with his friends, but that didn't stop him from coming home with a perfect score on his final exams.
All in all, Roy must have saved the galaxy in his previous life to end up with the cutest little brother in the world.
The only thing was that his friends all dressed incredibly weirdly, and Roy had once run into them outside while they called him "BOSS." He couldn't figure out what kind of trendy young people's lingo that was.
One day at dinner, he asked Giorno about it. Giorno was chewing a piece of pizza, cheeks puffed out, as he coolly replied, "It's just a nickname from my clubmates."
Roy nodded in understanding. "Sounds like you're doing pretty well there."
His little brother gave him a modest smile. "I'm doing all right."
Then one night, while working overtime, Roy ran into a brawl between rival gangs on his way home.
At a glance, he spotted his little brother in the middle of it, wearing a scandalously flashy heart-print top that exposed his chest. The guy beside him, wearing a tight sweater that showed off his waist, was the one Roy remembered from a dinner with the family. He'd refused to eat a fourth slice of pizza, no matter what. The guy shouted, "Sex Pistols!"
Then his little brother followed right after him, shouting, "Gold Experience!"
Roy's face at that moment was like: confused space cat.jpg
What kind of ridiculous chuuni delinquent club had his little brother joined?
#What do you do when your once-sweet, well-behaved little brother grows up and gets a bad case of chuuni syndrome?#
#Still struggling today to understand my little brother's chuuni inner world#
Reader's note:
1. Anything is possible before the story begins, but the general direction won't change.
Theme: Love helps people grow
