After classes, you return home, tired and completely not in the mood to talk to anyone.

You open the door.

You take off your backpack.

And then you notice shoes in the entryway.

Not your brother's.

You immediately roll your eyes.

— Not this again...

That

again.

Of course.

You can already picture his smug face and mentally prepare another biting remark.

You walk further in.

But the house is unusually quiet.

You are about to call for your brother when you hear the sound of water.

The shower.

And someone's voice.

You stop.

At first he says something completely unintelligible, so quietly that you cannot make out a single word.

You involuntarily listen.

— ...you...

You freeze.

What?

A few seconds of silence.

And then again, a little more audibly:

— ...you...

And along with that, you hear his heavy breathing, and then distinct slapping and wet sounds...

— Mm... you ... Mine...

You put your hand flat on the hallway wall, and then you knock on the bathroom door.