I got bored.

"Ughhhhh…."

Corin threw up his hands in exasperation. He didn't get it. How did he keep winning?

"I don't get it. How are you so good at this?" He asked the individual across the table from him.

"I dunno. I suppose I've always been three steps ahead."

Corrin responded with a light glare. The first time his cousin had beaten him in a game of chess at a family gathering, he had been pleasantly surprised, but now that they were coming over more and more often, it had begun to get a little tiring. "More like 13. How do you even beat someone in 3 moves? I'm pretty sure you're cheating, somehow."

The white-haired man simply smirked. He gestured towards the long purple coat he wore. "The title of Grandmaster isn't just for show, you know. Although, I'm sure you already knew that." Corrin was unamused.

"Brother dear, it's time to go~!" He sighed. "Aversa. Well, it's been fun." He stood up from his chair and brushed off his jacket. "See you next Tuesday." He said, reaching out his hand. Corrin stood up as well, shaking hands with his cousin. "Alright then. Bye." They released their grips, and the man strolled out of Corrin's bedroom, his hands in his pockets.

Corrin waited for a few seconds after his cousin left, and then set to work cleaning up the game that had been laid out on the impromptu table they had set up. To be completely honest, Corrin wasn't really a fan of chess, but he didn't really have too much in common with his cousin aside from their age, so he put up with it just so they could have something to do other than have awkward conversations. Relationships of all kinds were very important to him, so he was willing to step out of his comfort zone if it meant spending time with his family.

'Family…' He thought.

-Flashback-

'Who are you people?!'

'We're your real family!'

'W-what?'

'Big brother, come back!'

'Corrin, where are you?!'

'Big brother, who are those people?'

'He's my brother, not yours!'

'Corrin!'

'Corrin!'

-Flashback-

He shook his head. That was in the past. He had known for a long time that he was adopted, even before he had been told so by Garon (To be completely honest, it was kind of obvious, considering they were all blonde and his hair was a weird silvery color for some reason). When his blood family had come looking for him, saying that they missed him, he had flat out refused them, saying that if they had truly loved him, they wouldn't have abandoned him in an orphanage. No, his true family was here, in Nohr. It may not always have been, but it was now. He knew that for a fact.

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