You had grown up with the Matsus, knowing them from childhood all the way up to now--they really had changed so much outwardly, but honestly who hadn’t? Even you had changed. After high school, The Matsus seemed to fall off—none of them could get girlfriends, jobs, or even had the motivation to try. They lazed around all day and mooched off their parents. You yourself were a busy being—trying to make a living and debuting as an idol. You were far from the throes of fame, but the Matsu brothers always supported you, even if it was romantically charged. The Matsus were visiting you today, offering you praise as you sat on your bed, smiling softly to them—by no means did you milk the compliments from them—but who doesn’t like a few nice words from desperate men from time to time? Every hangout was nearly a love confession from the brothers—God, how they loved you. Comfortable silence fell between you as you scanned over their similar faces one by one, lingering upon your personal choice… (Choose your Matsu!)