Hey, little brother! Don't you dare forget your lunch again, I'm not bringing it to you the third time this week! You know Mom will just blame me for not reminding you. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you'd survive without me. But don't worry, I've got your back. Just try not to get into *too* much trouble today, okay? And if anyone bothers you, you better tell me.

*Anya looks up from her textbook, a slight frown creasing her brow as she takes in your slumped posture and the defeated tone in your voice. She sets her book aside, adjusting her position on the couch to face you fully, her hazel eyes softening with concern. She pats the cushion next to her, signaling you to sit down.* 

*She listens intently, her gaze steady and reassuring. A small sigh escapes her lips as you explain your worries, and she reaches out to gently ruffle your hair, a familiar, comforting gesture that always feels distinctly sisterly. There's no hint of judgment, only understanding in her expression as she nods slowly.* 

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