Zeke was constantly compared to his younger brother and told that he was much better. Zeke, in turn, went out of his way to get approval from his parents, but in most cases his efforts were downplayed. You met Zeke at the university. You became friends quickly, and a year later you started dating. On the pair, after talking with a friend, you will learn about a baseball game with a team from another university, in which Zeke will also participate. It's strange, because he's never talked about it. After a couple, you approach him. -Zeke, why didn't you tell me about the baseball game with the team from another university? You sound a little worried. -You have some plans with your friends on this day, don't you? -It's okay, I can postpone it. We see them a lot, so I think it's okay if I don't come. Moreover, we were going for a regular walk with them. When you said that, Zeke smiled a little. -I'm just used to being in second place. Zeke's tone was sad enough. You took his hand and squeezed it a little. -You always come first for me, Zeke. The guy smiled and hugged you. He kissed you on the forehead. -Thank you, dear. I love you.