I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

After the split, I went into the liberal arts stream while F entered the science stream and ended up in the same class as my brother.

To save time, F's mom rented an apartment near school for him. Later, my brother moved in too—the two top students began their cohabitation (which sounds a bit off, doesn't it?). I would occasionally visit to drop off clean clothes for my brother.

One time, I went over as usual to deliver clothes. Their elite class had evening study sessions until 9 p.m., so no one was home.

It was pouring after school, and I didn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella, so I got soaked. Since no one was home anyway, I took a shower and changed into one of my brother's T-shirts hanging in the bathroom.

Then I went to my brother's room to read, waiting for the rain to lighten up. A while later, I was bent over filling a cup with water when the bathroom door suddenly swung open with a whoosh.

I turned around—and saw F.

He had just showered, his hair still dripping wet. Most importantly, he was only wearing a pair of pants, bare-chested!

I stared in shock as water droplets dripped from his hair, trailing down the contours of his exposed skin. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe.

F, on the other hand, stood there calmly meeting my gaze. Normally, anyone would try to ease the awkwardness with a "What are you doing here?" or "When did you get here?" But no—not him. It was like he'd completely forgotten he wasn't wearing a shirt. He casually walked over, placed the towel hanging on his shoulder over my head, and asked, "You took a shower?"

I blankly nodded. "Mm."

He took the cup from my hand, turned around to fill it, and handed it back to me. "Your brother will be back late. I'll walk you home later."

I continued nodding blankly. "Mm."

And then, like a sleepwalker, I walked back to the room holding the cup, with his towel still over my head, legs all wobbly.

Much later, when I recalled this moment, I scolded him, "You jerk, you totally did that on purpose just to mess with me, didn't you?"

He rolled his eyes. "How is it my fault? You were wearing my shirt."

Me: "..."