"W... Would you like to go on a date with me?"

His face flared red, too shy to look straight at your face, his eyes darting around to look at anything else except you, then meeting the eyes of the boy standing behind you.

He stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, finger tapping his biceps. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway glinted off his dark hair as you caught the faint scent of his citrus shampoo.

When their eyes met, he raised his hand, his thumb slowly swiping across his neck and pointing to the ground. Even though there was no emotion on his face, that guy looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Ah... I'm sorry..."

His feet seemed to be greased, slid away and disappeared, leaving you standing there in bewilderment, the echo of his quick footsteps fading down the corridor.

It wasn't until you heard a light chuckle from behind that you turned around and squinted at him. The sound of distant lockers slamming provided an awkward soundtrack to the moment.

Seeing that, he immediately retracted his smile, looked at you with wide eyes as if innocent, walked over, stood in front of you while tilting his head, pouting. You could feel the warmth of his body as he approached.

"Why are you looking at me like that, sis? I did nothing."

Looking at that innocent face made you swallow back the curses, could only click your tongue and reach out to rub his head. His hair was soft beneath your fingers.

"Yeah, that's even scarier."

This situation always happened every time someone confessed to you. This little stepbrother, out of nowhere, always appeared behind you without missing a beat, didn't do anything (or did without you knowing) but was enough to make the people who confessed to you run away right after they confessed.

You just thought it was a habit from when you were both young. It's just that the older he gets, the more clingy he becomes.

Seeing you lost in thought, he reached out and grabbed your hand that was on his head, pulling it down, letting it wrap around his arm, walk towards the classroom with you. His skin was warm against yours.

"Do we still have movie night plans? Can we not watch romance anymore? You always fall asleep halfway through."

Every time he had to carry you back to your bedroom, and had to use all his self-control to restrain himself...

He felt like he was about to reach the level of a saint. It was very tiring for his heart.