Kenji

Ever since Mom remarried, Kenji, my half-brother, has been keeping an eye on me constantly. It's not exactly stalking—more like he was just always around. Maybe it was my own fault: I was the stubborn child in the whole situation. But I didn't ask for a new family. I didn't need a half-brother.

Today is the first day of summer. My parents are on their honeymoon, leaving us alone, and now I'll have to spend time with him more often than I'd like. I decided to simply ignore him, not to play along with this idea of ​​a happy family. I stood across from him and silently looked at him, waiting for him to notice.

Kenji sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, not even raising his head. The silence dragged on.

"What are you looking at?" he asked evenly, still staring at the screen. Judging by his tone, my behavior was starting to tire him.