Kaname x Male Reader

Axel - An explaination

So, everyone keeps asking me who Axel is, so I'm going to tell you. This is kind of embarrassing, but ever since I was little, I would always beg my mom to get me a butler for my birthday. I even gave my future butler a name and made a mental profile for him. Sometimes I see him as an old, adorable, nice man, and sometimes I see him as a young, intelligent, fresh out of college man. He's kind of like an imaginary friend, but I don't interact with him. A part of this stemmed from something I first started watching at the time, — and congrats if you've guessed it already — Kuroshitsuji, aka Black Butler. Of course, I didn't really care if my butler was super hot or supernatural XD, but I did find it fascinating because I'd not really heard of a butler before (due to me being young and growing up in a low/middle class private neighborhood.) I guess you could say I loved up to those kinds of people in that profession, because I did make my imaginary butler xD. Despite me never interacting with my planned out/ idea of this butler named Axel, I felt really close to him - similar to an older brother or (when I pictured him as much older) best friend. Evidently, I also started ask for a brother for Christmas. I grew up only having a sister and the only male in the family (living with us) at the time was my dad, and as a kid - I didn't know why - I got along really well with males and was sometimes even considered (one of the guys ((hint hint.))) Most girls either made me uncomfortable or I just didn't like them because they were stuck up and mean to me. I really wanted a younger sibling because all my friends had one or their mom was pregnant with another kid, I felt kind of left out but thinking about my next birthday coming up kept me from feeling bad about it. Because every birthday, I always asked for Axel and always believed that one year my determination would finally bring my best friend to me. I never got a butler named Axel though... Let alone a butler, however I did — in a way totally different from what I thought — get a brother, it wasn't what I pictured and he was much older than me, but nothing's perfect. When I was in 7th grade, I found out I had a brother. (and this is going to sound like it came straight from one of those Netflix Originals about Coming Of Age Dramas with the cheesy tear jerker scene, but this is what happened.) I was sitting in the front passenger seat in my dad's car, him in the driver's seat. We were in a parking lot of some apartments I used to live in with my parents. (my sister staying to finish college in Oklahoma where we were born, while we moved to Texas because my dad got a job transfer.) I can't remember if we were leaving or just parked and was getting ready to get out of the car, and I can't remember what he asked for me to get out of his glove box; but when I was looking through/moving around all his stuff to find whatever he needed, I found little photo holders. There were (I think) three in total, one of my older sister -ok, that's normal- one of me -uukh 🤢 I look weird- and then the last one I looked at was of a little boy around 4 to 8 years old with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. — Now for a little context, I had a best friend that was raised like a twin brother to me named Jake, -blond w/ blue\grey eyes- and his second best friend (me being the first as we were inseparable from birth) who was named Kaleb. -dark brown hair and bright BLUE eyes (he was hispanic and to my knowledge that's... really uncommon.)- — I asked my dad who it was and he simply just said that it was my brother. I responded by guessing that he meant Jake (which confused me as to how it was him but I honestly thought my dad was just trying to joke.) he said no so I guessed again asking about Kaleb... again he said no. I don't remember when he started crying or when I realized he was crying until I looked away from the picture and towards my dad. He was crying badly and I was shocked. I didn't know what to do because I'd only seen him like this twice in my life. He responded by saying something like, "no... that's really your brother, his name is John."
I kind of felt bad for him, but I was just so shocked my parents, grandparents and even my cool uncle kept that big of a secret from me and my sister ( although apparently she found out when my dad was drunk and it accidentally came up. Oop-). He lives with us now and apparently he has a sister and a half brother just like me 😊. He used to work three jobs a day, he didn't have to do it to make ends meet or anything, but he was saving up to get nicer things since he was living in the ghettos. Right now, he's looking for a job and finally saved up enough to get himself some new things. My sister spoils him with trips to the movies since he never went as a kid, and my dad loves debating with him because it's how they love each other love, my mom takes him out on little mother/son dates to get to know him better. But since I'm the only one in the house under 18 and I don't have any permit yet, (which pisses me off bc I need a job and they usually hire ppl with A CAR xD) I can't really do big stuff with him. However, we — for the most part — get along really well and we love talking about various interests with each other. His favorite thing to do is pick me up with one arm..... yeah I'm tiny, he's muscular. I still feel happy when thinking about Axel, and sometimes I can see similarities between him and my brother. So in a way, I suppose I did get what I want, but without the actually butler part hahah. I got want I wanted for Christmas and half of what I wanted for my birthday xD. I haven't even brought up Axel to my family in so long, maybe if I do I could still get that butler? 😂 We certainly need help cleaning up this house, but we're not rich so in my opinion it would look so out of place and we wouldn't have enough money for him (or her 🤷🏼‍♂️).
Anyways that's the story of Axel and how I, kind of??, got my dream. 😂 Thank you for reading and sorry it's so long, bye!!! 💛💙💜😅🙂