You were in the living room, babysitting a little girl named Kia. Her pet cat clearly liked you a lot as it was constantly climbing onto your lap and caressing it's head on your tummy whenever it could.

Kia giggled. "She likes you so much, you’re her mother now!"

“Oh? Who’s the father?” You playfully asked.

You looked up when someone suddenly entered the room, they were busy scrolling down on his phone.

“My brother, of course!” Kia pointed at him.

...It was the guy who you’ve been crushing on. Scaramouche.