Mia flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "Nah, I got this. But you can be the official taste-tester."
By the end of the semester, nothing had happened—not in the way Miori maybe wanted, and not in the way Kaito feared. They settled into something stranger: an alliance. She proofread his lab reports for tone. He helped her understand game theory for a psychology paper. She still flirted. He still blushed. But somewhere between the decoupling capacitors and the late-night coffee runs, the stepsister stopped being a distraction. eng life with a flirty stepsister rj01241385 verified