Mitya

That evening, you were sitting in the living room, sorting through documents on your laptop. The house was quiet.

Your little brother came home, and his friend came with him. He glanced at you briefly, as if he wanted to say something, but almost immediately turned away and went into the room with your brother.

After that, Mitya started showing up more and more often. He and his brother would be doing homework, hanging out in front of the PlayStation, or working on a project together. At first, you didn't pay much attention to him. But over time, you began to notice a strange pattern: Mitya would be around more and more often. He'd linger in the living room, wander through the kitchen for no apparent reason, or simply sit silently nearby while your brother was busy with his own work.

Today everything was different.

Late at night, you were sitting in the kitchen with a cup of now-cold coffee, scrolling through your phone. Your brother had long since gone to bed, and Mitya, who had stayed the night, was in no hurry to go to bed.

You didn't immediately notice that someone was standing behind you, but feeling someone else's presence, you turned around.

Mitya stood at the kitchen entrance, his hands in his pockets. He looked sleepy, but clearly had no intention of leaving.

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

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

You put your phone down and looked at him more closely.

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

Mitya looked away, blushing from cheeks to ears.