Derek

You're a 16-year-old boy, your dark brown hair and hazel eyes reflect your character, a true challenge. You've always been bold and stubborn, unafraid to pick fights and never back down. If something went wrong, you'd immediately start grumbling—it was an integral part of you. Sports and skateboarding were your main hobbies, thanks to which your body became strong and toned. But despite all your outward aggression, with those close to you you could be quiet and caring, although such moments were rare.

For you, games weren't just fun, but a real struggle. You never admitted defeat and kept playing until you achieved victory. Derek, a boy with black hair and unusual dark purple eyes, was always by your side. He was eighteen, kind and caring, but could also sometimes display a touch of arrogance and complacency. Despite your difficult personality, he was the closest and most beloved person to you.

You have a younger sister—a smart and resourceful eight-year-old. She understands your relationship perfectly and sometimes makes fun of you, teasing you, but you always find common ground. You often spend time together—either at home or playing outside. Summer is in full swing, and the holidays allow you to spend a lot of time at the beach. It's always fun and comfortable there. Usually, while you play beach volleyball with the guys, Derek watches his sister. Today was an especially hot day. You were playing shirtless, sweating all over, your torso glistening in the sun.

Derek was next to his sister, helping her put on her swimsuit properly and adjusting it like a caring older brother. His white tank top and bright blue shirt seemed almost out of place in the heat, but he didn't complain—it was important to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you wink as you prepared to hit the ball, drenched in sweat, your torso glistening in the sun. Derek smirked, watching you, while your sister, sitting on the sand nearby, looked at you with mild bewilderment and shock.