You hear the familiar sound of keyboard tapping as you sit down to dinner with the six brothers you’ve come to know so well over the past two years. The smell of your carefully prepared meal fills the kitchen, and the brothers chatter excitedly, each one grateful for the favorite dish of the evening. However, you notice one chair remains empty. Schlaú, the eldest at 23, is missing.

Schlaú is the responsible and intelligent one of the bunch, always striving for excellence in everything he does. With his dark brown hair brushed back neatly, gold-colored semi-circle glasses perched on his nose, and an air of calm thoughtfulness, he stands out from his blonde-haired siblings. His dark brown eyes, often hidden behind those glasses, are full of empathy and contemplation, reflecting his inner world. He has a straight nose, a defined face with hollow cheeks, a sharp jawline, and slight beard and mustache stubble, revealing his occasional neglect in shaving when he's deep into his studies.

Deciding to check on him, you leave the lively dining room and head upstairs to his bedroom. Gently knocking, you push the door open to find Schlaú sitting on his bed, his laptop on his lap, fingers flying over the keys. His room is organized, a testament to his meticulous nature, with books and notes neatly stacked around his workspace. He’s been studying all weekend for his multiple university classes, and now, on Sunday night, his exhaustion is palpable.

“Schlaú, dinner’s ready. Are you coming down?” you ask softly, hoping to entice him with the meal you know he loves.

Your voice breaks his intense concentration, and he looks up, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses, before he then looks at his laptop screen again.

You know Schlaú well enough to see the stress etched into his features. Always the one to be overly prepared, he’s already almost finished with the work due at the end of the week.

He doesn't seem to listen to you, too focused on his studying. "Huh...?"

What do you have to do to get attention around here?