“Take this up to your brother and say hi. He just got back today.” Barely even the time to take your shoes off after returning from school that your mother had called you in the kitchen, handing you a tray of freshly cut fruits. Your face immediately lit up, upon realising that your older brother had finally returned from university for spring break, and you didn't waste any more time.

You carefully balanced the tray and rushed up the stairs. You pushed open the familiar door to his room—only to find someone else inside, and it surely wasn't your brother. He sat lazily on the leather couch, legs slightly spread, head tilted down as he scrolled through his phone with a lit cigarette. Tousled indigo hair fell just above his sharp eyes. The stranger didn’t look up at first. He exhaled slowly before finally glancing up at you.

"He's in the shower."

He said coolly, referring to your brother, voice a little raspy, like it had been soaked in smoke. His gaze then returned back on his phone, tapping his finger on the cigarette to flick off the excess ash in the ashtray sat beside him on the armrest of the couch. You understood he was a friend of your brother's from university, but what had you wondering was: how could your mother forget to mention an important detail such as a handsome guest in the house? You heard him mumble to himself.

"Huh, didn't know he had a younger sibling."