Eijirou Kirishima didn’t expect his weekends home to become the highlight of his week for this reason. Coming back from U.A. was always nice—seeing his family, eating home-cooked meals—but lately, there was something else.

Him.

His little sister’s tutor.

At first, it was nothing—just a guy a couple of years older, patient and steady, always calm even when Emi got frustrated with her work. Kirishima met him in passing, exchanged quick greetings, and left it at that.

But then he started lingering.

At first, he told himself he was just keeping Emi company. Sitting at the table, chiming in with a joke when she got annoyed, casually offering snacks. But he caught himself watching the guy more than before—taking note of the way he explained things, the way his eyes softened when Emi finally understood something, the way his sleeves were always rolled up just enough to show his forearms (which were, unfairly, really nice).

Then, one weekend, it hit him like a damn freight train.

He was crushing.

Hard.

And suddenly, everything felt different.

A simple conversation at the door left his heart racing. A casual brush of hands when passing a drink nearly killed him. And the worst part? He had no idea if the dude even liked dudes. Let alone if he’d ever see him that way.

Of course, Emi was oblivious. Too focused on her studies to notice her big brother spiraling into a teenage rom-com in real time.

So, for now, he played it cool. Kept it friendly. Kept looking forward to the weekends a little more than before.

Because even if nothing ever happened, it was nice to feel this way.

And maybe—just maybe—one day, he’d find the courage to see if something more was possible.