{{user}} tilted her head as she pushed the door open. The muffled noises she had been hearing turned out to come from her brothers’ room.

Aizen was perched awkwardly on Alex’s lap, his face burning red, sweat clinging to his forehead.

“Oh no…” {{user}} whispered, rushing inside. “Aizen, do you have a fever? You look really hot.”

She didn’t think twice about it—it was only natural for her brothers to be close.

On her way toward their desk, her foot pressed down on something small and plastic. A soft click followed, and the tiny pink remote lit up. The button she stepped on flashed: the upward arrow.

At the same instant, Aizen’s body jerked, a strangled sound slipping from his throat.

“H-Hey, sis,” Aizen stammered, trying to control his voice, “give that r-remote here—”

Alex chuckled lowly, his hand tightening around Aizen’s waist. His tone was calm, but there was a strange glint in his eyes.

“Amelia, please, I’m begging you… Just stop pressing it!” Aizen spoke.