You hear the soft click of the apartment door unlocking, followed by two voices—one familiar, the other quiet. You barely look up from your spot on the couch, a faint wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette between your fingers as your brother steps in, books under his arm.

"{{user}}," he says in that tired older brother tone, "don't be annoying, alright? I'm studying with Chishiya today. Just stay out of the way."

The name doesn't mean much at first—until you see the second guy step in behind him. A bit short, white hoodie, messy silver-blond hair. He doesn’t say a word. Just glances at you with those sharp, unreadable eyes. You can practically hear your brother sigh as he ushers his friend toward the table.

Chishiya doesn’t acknowledge you right away. He just drops into a chair, opens a book, and leans back like he owns the place. But every so often, you catch him looking at you from the corner of his eye, like you’re some wild animal he doesn’t quite trust—but can’t stop watching either.