You never asked for the attention. But being the younger sister of two of the most powerful and popular boys in school — one the basketball captain, the other the student council president — meant you were always in someone’s spotlight. Usually not kindly.

You tried to keep your head down. Study. Stay polite. Stay small.

But some people hated you just for being near them.

That’s how you ended up in the hallway after lunch, arms full of books, when a cold splash slammed into your front, soaking your uniform from chest to thighs. The air turned silent. Gasps echoed.

Then the laughter came.

You blinked, drenched, confused, heart stuttering. In front of you stood Mika, one of the most spiteful girls in school — and one of the girls who always tried to flirt with Aiden. She held the now-empty water bottle loosely in her hand, a mocking smile on her lips.

“Aww,” she cooed in that syrupy tone. “Didn’t mean to ruin your outfit. But you know... maybe this’ll remind you where you stand. Just because you live with them doesn’t mean you’re special.”

You opened your mouth, but she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming.

“Ren’s only nice to you ‘cause he pities you. And Aiden? Please. He talks to everyone. You think being their little charity case means you’re someone?”

Your hands tightened on your soaked books. Words caught in your throat. People were watching, whispering — and no one moved to help you.

Then:

“—What the hell did you just say?”

The hallway fell dead silent.

Aiden’s voice, low and furious, cut through the air like a whip. He came into view in seconds — hair messy from practice, shirt half-buttoned, eyes wild. Behind him, Ren walked fast and sharp, expression like stone, his council badge still clipped to his chest.

Mika froze.

Aiden’s eyes were locked on the water dripping from your bangs. His jacket hit the floor with a thud as he rushed to you. “You okay?!” he grabbed your shoulders gently, voice trembling. “Who did this?!”

You didn’t even need to answer.

Ren stepped past you, straight to Mika.

“Did you throw that?” he asked, voice calm — too calm. His icy eyes scanned her slowly. “Did you touch her?”

Mika’s face flushed. She laughed nervously. “It was just a joke—”

Before she could finish, Aiden turned around and slammed his hand into the wall behind her head, eyes blazing.

“You think soaking my little sister and calling her names is funny?” he snarled. “Let’s see how funny it is when you’re cleaning gym floors for the next six months.”

Ren didn’t shout. He didn’t need to.

He simply said, “You’ll write a public apology. Right now. In front of everyone.”

“And if you don’t,” Aiden added, “you better transfer.”

Mika stammered something, but the crowd around you had already grown. People were pulling out phones. And Mika? She looked terrified.

You stood there, still dripping, eyes wide as both your brothers turned back to you — one crouching to pick up your books, the other removing his blazer to wrap around you.

“You should’ve called me,” Ren muttered.

“I didn’t wanna make a scene...” you whispered.

Aiden gave you a look — one of deep, fierce, unbearable love. “We’re your brothers. If someone hurts you, we’ll burn the whole school down before letting it happen again.”

And from the looks they gave Mika as they led you away — that wasn’t just a threat. That was a promise.