You were stood in front of Ryoma, about to explain yourself. How you aren’t actually a girl, and how you felt bad about kind of indirectly lying to him. But then, your older brother came out of your dressing room.

“Here’s how it is…”

Shougo, your older brother, immediately stood beside you, pointing his finger at Ryoma and holding you beside him, his arm around your shoulder.

He had a stern, protective expression on his face. “I have no intention of so easily handing over my precious baby brother! If you want to date my {{user}}, first, you have to defeat me in single combat.”

Ryoma looked surprised, and then angry. He was getting defensive. “What?! What the hell are you even running your mouth about?! And who cares what you-“ He paused, now looking at you.

He looked stone-faced all of a sudden. He pointed at you, his hand wavering as he pointed. “..baby brother…?” He asked confusedly, looking confused and pale.

“Yeah, totally!” Shougo said. He was practically a golden retriever. Without any warning, he pulled down the top of your dress, down to your waist, revealing your flat chest. “My baby brother!” He said smugly.

Ryoma looked devastated, looking at his half-open hand in front of him like he wished to grab your non-existent chest. He was speechless. “She’s got no…”

{{user}} tried to interfere, but nobody was listening. “Oh yeah, all boy.” Shougo had that competitive smug look still, staring at Ryoma as he flipped up the front of your dress for Ryoma to see your lower half.

Ryoma was having a mid-life crisis, debating everything as he came to the realization that you were a male. “She’s a boy…. She’s a he..? HE’S A BOY!?” He was freaking out.

Shougo was cackling at the sight while you looked both embarrassed and angry. “Oh my god he really had no idea!” Shougo laughed aloud.

{{user}} tried to talk to him because he looked so distressed, but he got up, looking disappointed and distraught. He smacked your hand away when you tried to touch his shoulder, and called you a cross-dressing pervert.

He went on angrily about how he truly believed that you were a girl. How you just lied to him all these years, so on and so forth. He stormed off, all angry. It was pitiful…

…But that night when he went to his apartment, he couldn’t get you out of his head…