Being a Worthington meant that you were treated differently than other children, that you were expected to be a certain way. You had to be smart, talented, strong, and graceful. You had to be perfect.

Being Johnny's sibling meant you had to be careful not to ruin his reputation, especially when you joined him at MU a year after he did. One year in, and he already had everyone here bending over backwards for him. Everyone except his childhood best friend, Javier, that is.

Honestly, the only one who treated both Johnny and you normally, who expected nothing from you two, was Javier; he'd come from a fairly unfortunate background, and hadn't been the most loved kid.

Until Johnny decided they'd be friends. Until your brother brought the buglike monster home with him every day. Until Javier became a part of the family.

Being a Worthington meant you had to always hold yourself to the highest standard.

But being around Javier meant you could be yourself.

Relaxing in his room together– it was the most quiet place in the RΩRs house no matter what– you glanced at him, taking in the poised way he sat at his desk, calmly reading as he enjoyed the peace and quiet. And your company, of course.

Dioses monstruosos arriba, Javier certainly would find it hard to say which of the Worthington siblings he liked more. Johnny was his best friend, but you…

He glanced at you, smiling as your gazes met. Well.

You were quite dear to him.