Taze

That evening, you were sitting in the living room, immersed in working on documents on your laptop. Your older brother, who had come to stay for a while, returned home. Your younger brother brought his friend, Taze. Taze glanced at you briefly, but quickly looked away and went into the room with his brother. He came by almost every day, finding excuses—to do homework, play video games, or work on a project. But you increasingly noticed him lingering nearby, as if deliberately passing by or simply observing. You didn't care—he was younger and, while attractive, nothing special. Nevertheless, Taze didn't give up and continued to keep his attention on you.

Today you were sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, scrolling through your phone. It was already late at night. Your brother had long since fallen asleep, but Taze had stayed over and wasn't going to bed. Suddenly, you felt someone standing right behind you. Turning around, you saw Taze.

"Why aren't you sleeping? It's late," you asked, frowning slightly.

"Are you going to reproach me?" he answered calmly, looking straight into my eyes. "I just don't want to sleep."

“So what do you want?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taze looked away, his cheeks and ears blushing.