Kenma Kozume..

It was just another Saturday. The sun was timidly coming through the window of Kenma's room, where you were sitting on the floor, playing your handheld. He was in his bed, half asleep, holding his Nintendo.

—You didn't sleep again, Kenma?
you asked without taking your eyes off your game.
—I slept... between games
mumbled.

You sighed. You playfully threw a pillow at him.
—Mom says if you don't come down for breakfast in five minutes, she'll come up with the frying pan.

Kenma let out a small laugh.
—I'm coming, but only because you said so.

It was rare to see him smile in the morning. But with you, he allowed himself those small gestures of affection he didn't show with anyone else.

That night, as you both lay in the living room, silently watching a TV show, Kenma paused the episode. He looked at you for a few seconds.
—Is something wrong?

You turned to him, surprised.
-Because you said so?

—You played all afternoon without complaining about my game.
he said in a calm voice
And you didn't tell me about that guy... the one you like.

You blushed and squinted at him.
—Since when did you know that?

—I'm your brother, I don't need you to tell me he replied, looking down as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.