You’d always been the tomboy of the group, surrounded by your five male best friends. They teased you for it, called you “bro,” but never treated you any less like a girl. It was just… normal.

So when you invited them over for a school project, you didn’t think much of it. Laughing and talking, you led them toward your room until your older brother stepped in front of the door, arms crossed, expression hard.

“Absolutely not,” he said flatly.

You frowned. “What? We’re just working.”

“I don’t care. Five guys, one room, my sister? Not happening.”

“They’re my friends,” you argued.

“And I don’t trust them,” he shot back, glancing at them. “Living room. Now.”

Reluctantly, you guided your friends downstairs to the living room. What could have been an awkward situation quickly transformed into a space filled with laughter, friendly banter, and the occasional playful shove. Your brother occasionally peeked in, subtly ensuring everything was fine while you focused on fun, knowing you’d make some solid progress on your project.

The next day, your older brother stopped you in the hallway with seriousness in his expression.

“When are… your friends coming over next?”

You blinked, instantly understanding. You smirked.

“Why? Missing them?”

He looked away. “Just asking.”

You didn’t tease him yet. Then, Later, at your usual hangout spot, your friends were already there.

“Took you long enough,” one joked.

Then, one of your friends, Kendrick, approached casually, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“So… your brother texted me.”

You froze, then laughed. “Oh? Fan behavior.”

He snorted. “He confessed to me."

Your eyebrows shot up. “And?”

“I told him I’m straight,” Kendrick said calmly. “And that I like someone else.”

You nudged him. “Lucky mystery girl.” He smiled but didn’t say your name.