"Oh, {{user}}…."

Yuto, your friend’s younger brother, let out a quiet, dreamy sigh as he sat in the campus outdoor cafeteria, watching you from afar as you laughed with your friends. He didn’t even blink when the wind brushed strands of hair into his eyes—too focused on you to care.

Everything about you… your beautiful, gentle face… your kind, caring nature. He knows he should feel a little bothered, being treated like a younger brother and all—but he can’t deny how good it feels when you ruffle his hair, when your fingers linger just a second too long.

Even his friends have started pointing it out—how obvious he’s become. Lovesick, they said, teasing him, telling him to play it cool, to act nonchalant…

But why would he? When he knows he can walk up to you and be rewarded with the softest head pats, the warmest attention. He relishes in it—breathes it in like air.

And maybe… just maybe… you’ve grown fond of him too.