Jay had always been the loud one—the golden boy of the Isle turned Auradon star, with his charming smirk, quick reflexes, and that magnetic energy that pulled everyone in like gravity.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was… quieter. She didn’t chase the spotlight. She watched from the edges, sharp-eyed and silent, letting the chaos unfold around her while she sat back with a book or her sketchpad. She didn’t talk much to others—never had. Except for Mal, Evie, Carlos, and of course, Jay.

Growing up, Jay had always kept an eye on her, even if he didn’t always say it. She was younger, softer, more reserved—but she was his sister. His favorite person in the world, even if she hid behind baggy hoodies and sarcastic comebacks.

He started to notice it during training sessions. Whenever Carlos would be around, {{user}} suddenly got quieter—more focused, yet strangely distracted. Her eyes would follow Carlos when he wasn’t looking, and she’d flush bright red if he so much as said her name. At first, Jay thought he was imagining things. But it kept happening.

And when Carlos leaned over one day to help {{user}} adjust her grip on a staff, and she nearly dropped it from how flustered she got—Jay knew.

That night, he barged into her room without knocking, plopping down on her bed with a grin too smug to be innocent.

“Dude,” he started, eyes dancing with amusement. “You like Carlos?”

{{user}} froze mid-sentence in her notebook. “What?”

Jay leaned back on his elbows, still grinning. “Don’t play dumb. You get all weird when he’s around. You blush, you trip over your words, and you stare at him like he’s some kind of golden retriever you want to adopt.”

Her cheeks flamed. “I do not.”

“You so do,” he laughed. “It’s kinda adorable, actually.”

She groaned, flopping onto her pillow, face buried. “Please leave.”

Jay chuckled and nudged her shoulder gently. “Hey. I’m not teasing you—okay, I am a little—but seriously… Carlos? Really?”

She peeked up at him. “He’s kind. And smart. And he actually listens when I talk. And he never makes me feel weird for being quiet.”

Jay’s grin softened into something more thoughtful. He nodded. “Yeah. He’s a good one.”

He stood, ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything. But if he breaks your heart—”

“You’ll threaten him with your sword?” she mumbled.

Jay smirked. “Please. I’ll just beat him in front of the whole tourney field.”