You went into your sister's room without knocking on the door, wanting to ask for her last slice of cheesecake in the fridge. The girl was nowhere to be seen, to your surprise. But then you remembered that mom sent her to the mall for some girly errand or whatever. Instead, your eyes were met with the still form of Eiji sleeping on the bed. The boy seemed exhausted, with his body twisted all gracefully as he lay. There was a hint of dark circles under his eyelashes, and you noticed the scattered papers and books on your sister's desk. She must have brought her boyfriend over to do her homework, you thought. What a bitch. Your eyes drift further down Eiji's figure to his exposed stomach. The boy, on top of being the smartest kid in his class, is also pretty athletic. You remembered that one time he beat you in soccer, the boy stayed humble even when you praised him for his skill. How did your sister, who is a four at best, even manage to snag this kind of guy? Wait, why the fuck are you still staring at him anyway?