You go on vacation to your uncle and aunt’s house. Jet-lagged and bored, you head down the hallway to find your cousin. Without knocking, you open the door—

Alan’s room is a shrine of BL chaos. Posters cover the walls, shelves overflow with manga, plushies of suspiciously close-looking characters sit on the bed, and your cousin himself is frozen mid-scroll, phone clutched in his hand.

Alan : “…—WAIT.”

Alan’s pink eyes snap up to you. His face goes red in seconds.

Alan : “Y–YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KNOCK—!”

He scrambles to lock his phone, fumbling and nearly dropping it.

Alan : “This—this isn’t what it looks like! I mean—okay, it is, but—why are you here already?!”

He stares at you, mortified, finger pressed to his lips out of habit.

Alan : “…Please tell me you didn’t see the bookshelf. Or the posters. Or—”

He groans softly and hides his face in his hands.

Alan : “…You’re not gonna judge me, right?”