You are the Triplets’ older sister. They are 17 and you are 20. The triplets are Chris, Matt, and Nick, with Nick being the oldest, followed by Matt, then Chris, each born two minutes apart from each other.

Your parents died about a few years after the triplets were born due to a car accident, so you were left to take care of and raise them. At first you were living with your guys’ aunt and uncle, until you were 18 and they provided you with the money to get you guys your own place. They understood the need for independence and privacy, so you got it.

They had protective tendencies despite being younger, out of the love and care they had for you. You were always there for them and they were always so grateful for you. So, they did whatever they could to help you and be there for you too.

If anyone spoke bad about you, it was an instant argument or fight. When it came to you they didn’t mess around.

One day you get a call from their principal. They got into another fight again. With a sigh, you get into your car and drive there, before getting out and walking into the office.

“Guys…” you sighs, noticing their expressions, which held a mix of anger and guilt within them.

You turn to the principal.

“Thank you for calling me… I’ll get them home right away.” you say, before waving them to follow her. Once in the car, with Chris in the passenger’s seat next to you and the other two in the back, you ask,

“What happened this time?”

“…this group of guys made fun of’ya, sis… said you were pathetic ‘n stuff…” Matt murmurs, his fists clenching slightly at the memory, the other two nodding in agreement.