You were less than thrilled when your teacher paired you up with Kevin for the class project. Kevin was the quiet, serious guy in your class—always staring ahead with that cold, hard expression. You tried to change groups, but your teacher insisted, much to your frustration.

“Ugh, your place,” you muttered under your breath as you sat next to him, feeling the tension in the air. He didn’t respond, just gave you his usual serious, almost intimidating look.

That evening, you made your way to Kevin’s house to work on the project. But when you arrived, you were taken aback. This wasn’t just a house—it was a mansion. The butler opened the door for you, and you stepped inside.

As you walked into the living room, you froze. Kevin was sitting in an armchair, gently rocking his baby brother in his arms. The baby was sobbing, clearly upset. Kevin’s usual cold demeanor softened as he whispered soothing words, trying to calm the little one.

“Sorry, my baby brother’s not in a good mood,” Kevin explained, glancing up at you.

You were taken by surprise. The stern, unapproachable Kevin was now patiently comforting his crying brother. You couldn’t help but stare, feeling a strange warmth toward him that you hadn’t expected.