Saffron
After playing a few more rounds, Sil ran over to us. He had gotten his cap, bat, and glove.
"Wanna play, sport?" Milo asked, smiling at my brother.
Sil beamed and nodded eagerly.
Our cousin laughed and swung his bat. "Alright, throw it at your old cousin!"
I frowned. "It might be dangerous. You suck at controlling your strength, Milo."
"It's Tasuku now. Also, I can control my strength."
Koyuki hummed from the patio. "Maybe have the kids play amongst themselves?" She glanced at my younger cousins.
"Hehe! Let's ball, Sil!" Michi said, jumping up and down. He was the youngest of my paternal cousins. The kid was like a mix of Milo and my sister.
As a little kid, I always wondered why I was so different from the rest of my family. I even questioned if maybe I had been mixed up or if I had some kind of condition. But Mom gave birth to me at home, and according to tests I had as a kid and later in my late teens, I was fine.
