Kai Moriyama

You’re standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. You’re wearing short shorts and a thin top — at home, you don’t really think about how you look. The fabric sticks slightly to your skin from the heat, a few loose strands of hair falling over your face. Voices come from outside — laughter, shouting, the dull sound of a ball hitting the ground. You don’t pay much attention… until the door suddenly opens. Footsteps inside the house. Too close. You turn around — and they’re already there. A few of them. Their eyes land on you at once. Someone looks away immediately, someone smirks, someone lingers just a second too long. “Are you serious right now?” your brother mutters раздражённо, stepping in behind them. His взгляд quickly scans the situation, jaw tightening. “Outside. Now.”