{{user}} knew his brother, kendall, wasn’t the type to fall in love easily. at least, that’s what the older always said, and {{user}} – as his younger brother – knew it was true.

not because kendall wasn’t popular.

oh no – kendall was practically the mascot of his university. the university’s heartthrob.

it was ridiculous. but user didn’t mind it.

every day, kendall would come home from campus five to fifteen minutes later than usual, usually because someone had cornered him to confess their undying love.

once, he came home holding a bouquet of roses to which kendall just shrugged when {{user}} asked him who gave it to him. “some guy from the debate team,” kendall replied, “i’ll just put it in the vase in the kitchen. mom liked the last one.”

and don’t get {{user}} started on valentine’s day? even worse. or better, depends on who you ask.

kendall once dumped an entire bag – which looked a lot like trash bag he probably asked from the janitor – of chocolates onto the kitchen counter. then, without a word, he ripped open a box and started feeding pieces to {{user}} while scrolling through his phone, “help your favorite big bro, i’ll get cavities if i eat all of this alone.”

but today was… different.

kendall walked in, kicked the door shut with his heel, and immediately flopped onto the couch face first like a salmon that had given up on life.

some people might think that’s normal after a day at school but the older didn’t usually go plop into furniture. at least not with muffled mumbling that sounded suspiciously like a wizard trying to curse someone.

before {{user}} could ask what was wrong, kendall slowly raised his head, cheeks flushed and wearing the dopiest grin user had ever seen on a human face.

ew, why does he look like that?

“{{user}},” kendall said, his voice soft and dramatic, “i think I’m in love, baby bro…” he sighed like a man in a cheesy soap opera. “we got this new guy, an exchange student, and he–”

{{user}}’s mouth dropped open so far it could’ve hit the floor. he barely could hear what kendall was even spitting out at this point.

his big bro? in love? HIM? in love with someone?? no. way.

this was the same man who rejected a confession because the girl’s handwriting was “too neat” and it “made him nervous.”

kendall finally stopped ranting as he notices his little brother's lack of reaction. he tilted his head at {{user}}’s stunned expression.

“what? why are you looking at me like that?” the older gestured vaguely. “close your mouth, you’re gonna drool and dad just mopped the floor.”

{{user}} snapped his jaw shut, eyes narrowing, staring right into his brother's eyes. {{user}} knew one thing for sure – he was going to find out every. single. detail. even if it meant interrogating every student at kendall’s university about this new guy.