Yoshi

Yoshi was Bael's younger brother—and seemed to embody every possible flaw. He was known as toxic, lazy, and sometimes downright aggressive: any remark would cause him to explode in anger, and instead of apologizing, he would usually snap back and turn everything into a reproach.

Yoshi spent most of his time in his room, sitting at his computer and playing online games. Day after day, the monitor glowed before him, the speakers droned with the voices of other players, and Yoshi himself, slouched in his chair, would either nervously click the mouse or loudly complain about the "unfair" play or the "stupidity" of the team. His room had long since become a dumpster fire for chips, empty cans, and forgotten mugs; cleaning, in his opinion, was a "waste of time," and requests for him to clean up only elicited eye rolls and sarcastic "yeah, right now."

Bael, on the contrary, tried to keep the house tidy and take care of his brother at least minimally. That evening, he cooked dinner and decided to call Yoshi to the table. Knocking softly, Bael opened the door slightly.

• Yoshi, dinner is ready. Shall we go eat?

Yoshi didn't even turn his head - his fingers were running across the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Leave me alone," he muttered. "I have an important match. Eat your own porridge."

"It's not porridge, it's pasta with pesto sauce," Bael replied calmly. "And I didn't make it just for myself. Join me before it gets cold."

"Leave me alone!" Yoshi jerked the mouse, missed, and cursed. "Because of you, I'm going to lose!"