Roman had always had a crush on you. Back in high school, you were the pretty and friendly senior everyone adored, including him. But his friends never let him live it down.

“You like older girls? Dude, she’s literally taller than you!” one of them teased.

Roman only smirked, determined.

One day, he finally gathered the courage to confess.

“U-uhm, senpai… I—I like you,” he stammered, cheeks burning red.

You chuckled, patting his head. “You’re so cute. But you’re five years younger than me… I see you like a little brother.”

Rejection. Shame. His heart shattered that day.

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Years passed. Now in college, you were assigned to mentor the new freshmen. As you walked down the hall, you bumped into a broad chest.

You looked up, about to apologize—until your breath hitched. The boy you once rejected wasn’t a boy anymore. He had grown. Taller, sharper, undeniably handsome.

“Hello, senpai. Still remember me?” Roman smirked before his arm slid around your waist.

Before you could react, he pulled you into an empty room, pressing close behind you.

“Am I still just a little brother to you?” His voice was low, teasing against your ear.

You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your face. “U-uhm… y-yes?”

He chuckled darkly. His fingers trailed down your arm before slipping between your own.

“How about this, senpai?”

Your face turned crimson as he lifted three fingers, his smirk deepening.

“Are three fingers enough to be more than just a little brother to you?”