Kamiya's POV
The first thing I remember was the sound of crying,
not mine, someone else's.
I had just entered this world, wrapped in a blanket and bathed in warm light. The room smelled faintly of medicine and flowers. I felt soft, trembling arms holding me, my mother's. Her voice was tired but full of love.
"My child, Kamiya."
That was the first name I ever heard, my name.
A few moments later, another cry filled the air, louder, brighter, demanding attention.
The nurse smiled and said cheerfully, "The second baby is a healthy boy!"
And just like that, Issei Hyoudou was born.
Two brothers,
same day, same hour,
but I came first, just a few minutes earlier.
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Even as infants, we were different.
I rarely cried. I liked to listen, to the ticking clock, to Mother's humming, to the rhythm of life around me.
Issei, on the other hand, was full of energy from the start. He would cry, laugh, and wiggle all within a single minute.
Mother used to joke, "Kamiya is the calm sunrise, and Issei is the morning storm."
Father laughed every time she said that.
As days passed, I began to notice something strange. Even though I was just a baby, I sometimes felt aware, more aware than I should have been.
When Issei cried at night, I would reach out my tiny hand. The moment my fingers brushed his, he would calm down.
When the room was dark, faint lights sometimes flickered near the ceiling, small glowing orbs dancing like fireflies, though no one else seemed to notice them.
Maybe it was just my imagination,
or maybe it was a sign that something was going to happen.
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Issei's POV
Mom says Kamiya came out first, so he's my Nii-chan.
Even though we're twins, I still have to call him that.
He's quiet, too quiet sometimes. When we were babies, Mom said I'd cry just to get attention, but Kamiya would just look around with those big calm eyes.
Sometimes, I'd wake up and see him staring at the moon through the window, like he was thinking about something way too big for a baby.
When I couldn't sleep, I'd crawl to his side. He'd always reach out and pat my head, even though we could barely move our fingers. And somehow, that always made me feel safe.
Mom used to tell us, "Issei, no matter what happens, you two will always protect each other."
I didn't really understand what she meant back then,
but I think Nii-chan did.
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Kamiya's POV
Time flowed gently.
We learned to walk, to speak, to laugh, always side by side.
Even though I was only minutes older, Issei always looked up to me as if I were miles ahead.
Sometimes, I wondered if I truly belonged here, in this warm and happy family.
Was it fate, or a mistake, that brought me to this life?
But then Issei would grab my hand and say, "Come on, Nii-chan, let's play!"
And just like that, all my doubts would fade away.
For now, being his brother was enough.
As the evening sun painted the sky gold, I made a silent promise,
no matter what the future holds,
I will always protect my twin.
Would you like me to make a slightly more emotional and cinematic version next — the kind that sounds like a light novel or anime opening narration?
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