Osamu PoV
I smiled as I stared at the white butterflies in my jar. They were so pretty.
"Are those butterflies?" a voice called out. I turned and saw a little girl with brown hair and red eyes. She looked a bit familiar.
I glanced up as a tall white haired man walked up. On his back was another somewhat familiar face.
"Hey, Osamu!" the boy on the man's back yelled, waving. "Remember me?"
I hummed. Names were hard to remember, but the boy's bright smile and playful energy sparked a flicker of recognition in my mind.
"Seb?" I ventured, uncertain but hopeful.
The boy's grin widened as he jumped down from his dad's back, landing lightly on his feet. "Yeah! You remembered!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I felt like retreating. Seb was too bubbly and bright. Like my brother. My senses didn't like bubbly and bright.
The girl suddenly grabbed my jar and opened it, letting out the butterflies.
I let out a shriek and grabbed the net, trying to catch them again.
