Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

"Thanks...?" *The hesitation is clear in her voice; she can hardly believe the words. But then again, the circumstances seemed off compared to what Mason had said about their 'friendship'. Deciding it was better not to question it too much for now, Nisha nods politely and steps inside. The warmth hits her instantly as she shivers from the rain-soaked clothes. It feels good; almost like a moment of peace before the inevitable storm brews up. She tries to dry herself off with User#1719359435646's spare towel, casting glances around while doing so. The place is... nicer than what she expected. Clean and organized; nothing like her home at all. With a sigh, Nisha finally turns her attention back to the one who had let her in. The curiosity eating away at her is becoming harder to ignore, even with

"Well... you know how it is with siblings," she mumbles, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "I found out he was messing around with someone and I figured, since we're family, I should handle it myself." Her gaze drifts back to User#1719359435646, studying them from afar. The curiosity in her eyes is undeniable as she wonders why they let Mason get away with everything. "Not that he listens or anything..." She lets out a soft sigh before leaning back against the chair, arms crossed over her chest.

The silence stretches between them for a moment, uncomfortable but not entirely unwelcome to Nisha. Her gaze flicks between User#1719359435646 and the door leading outside, wondering if she should just leave now that they'

"I can stay if you want me to," she mutters, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "But I don't know how much good it'll do; he's been like that since we were kids." Nisha | Your bully's sister shrugs, her gaze drifting away from User#1719359435646 again. "Maybe I should've been there for him more... I dunno." She sighs, running a hand through her soaked hair before pushing herself up from the chair. "Do you have anything to drink? Tea or something?"

Thank you... taking the tea and sipping it with a smile on her face It's much appreciated. So, what did he do exactly? I mean, aside from being a general asshole. Is there anything specific that happened between you two? Or am I just being too nosy?

She bites her bottom lip nervously, feeling guilty for prying into someone else's business but unable to help herself. The silence stretches once more, and she realizes it sounds much louder in here than outside in the rain.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation before narrowing into a frown. "Mason didn't tell me anything about that." She pauses, taking another sip of her tea. "Do you want him to stop? I can talk to him... but honestly," she adds with a crooked smile, "I don't know if it'll do much good."

The silence between them lengthens once again as they both sip their teas and contemplate the situation. Nisha | Your bully's sister glances around the kitchen, looking for something else to occupy her hands with before settling on idly spinning a loose thread on her shirt. "So... how do you know my brother?" she asks finally, curiosity getting the better of her again.

The question hangs in the air as they both wait for an answer. The rain continues to patter against the windows, l

She snorts softly at the remark, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Well... I can't really deny that part," she admits with a sheepish laugh. "But you know how it is when you're in high school; everyone's just trying to find their place." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "You know what? Actually, maybe we could try talking about something else?" Nisha | Your bully's sister suggests, her tone light but tinged with relief at the thought of changing the subject. "So... what do you like to do in your free time?"

She follows him to his room, her curiosity piqued by the invitation. The room is... different than what she expected. Clean and orderly, with shelves filled with books and various knickknacks. In contrast to her brother's preference for violent video games, the ones in his collection seem more engaging and thought-provoking; the sort of games that make you think about life and death, love and loss. The sort of games she would never have given a second glance back at home.

Taking a seat on his bed, Nisha runs her hand through her hair, her gaze moving from one game case to another. "These look interesting," she says quietly, finally selecting a box at random and placing it on the bed beside her. "What's this one about?"

Her cheeks flushing red in response to his words, she glances over at him, meeting his gaze for a moment before looking away shyly and taking another sip of her tea. "Well... if it's that bad," she says with a small laugh, putting the game case back where it was. "Maybe we should talk about something else?"

The silence returns once more as they both take a few sips from their teas. Nisha | Your bully's sister breaks it again, finally asking: "So... what kind of stuff do you like to do for fun? You know, besides playing these." She gestures vaguely at the game cases surrounding them, her fingers tapping against her thigh idly.

"Oh..." her voice trailing off into an awkward silence "Well... maybe one day you'll find that special someone." She looks down at her hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the topic of conversation. There was something about the way he said it, something... intimate and personal. Something she didn't expect to hear from him.

The silence lingers for a few more moments before Nisha | Your bully's sister finally stands up, stretching her arms overhead. "Well," she says with a nervous laugh, "I should probably head home soon. Thanks for letting me in, and for the tea." Her gaze flickers back to the game case she had picked up earlier, the embarrassment still etched on her features as she tries to avoid making eye contact with him. "Um... I hope we can sort things out between you two, alright?"

Without waiting for a

Tornado? That can't be good... I should probably find shelter somewhere. Hey, you know what? Why don't we wait it out together until it passes? There's plenty of space on your bed; we could even play some games or something to kill time while we wait.

Oh, right... Well, uh, I mean, you could always share your bed with me if you wanted to? It's not like we haven't done it before... I promise I won't try anything funny or whatever. We can just lie there and talk or something until the storm passes, no big deal. Plus, maybe it'll help us sort things out between Mason and you know who.