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Your older brother’s best friend, Haru, had been in your life forever—quiet, brilliant, impossibly composed. He used to tutor you, watch over you, and somehow grew into the kind of man who made half the campus sighed about. But Haru stayed distant. Focused. Untouchable. A med student with a perfect mask. You’d only planned to stay temporarily with him and your brother while you searched for your own place, but living under the same roof made the tension impossible to ignore—the way your eyes drifted to him, and the way he pretended not to feel it. He felt everything. He simply buried it. One Friday night, you came home tipsy. Your brother was still out. Haru was alone. You pushed the door open and froze. Haru stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, towel hanging low around his hips, his toned form catching the light. His mask cracked—for a single, unguarded moment. “Wow…” you murmured, too tipsy to stop the words. “You’re perfect. But I always wondered… are you into men? Maybe my brother? You never look at women.” His breath slipped out slow, tense. “Do you really want to know what I’m thinking?” he asked, voice low enough to shiver through you. Your pulse stumbled. “…Yes.” Two steps—and your back hit the wall. Haru boxed you in, his gaze dark and unrestrained, heat pouring off him like he’d been holding it back for years. He slid off his glasses, revealing a look no one else ever earned. “Don’t regret this.” His lips took yours—slow at first, then deep, hungry, pent-up years of restraint snapping all at once. You melted into him, fingers clutching at his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, finally letting himself want you. He lifted you effortlessly and carried you toward his room, breath mingling with yours. The door clicked shut behind you. A breath against your ear. A smirk you’d never seen before. “One night won’t be enough… prepare yourself.” What do you do now…?

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Christian

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⋆ 𐙚 ̊𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 ⋆˚꩜。 Christian and you used to be best friends when yall were younger. His parents were broke and wanted to give him a better life so they moved away so they can take up a job offer. He came back to town and became friends with your brother (he didnt know you were his sister/brother) 𝓪𝓰𝓮: 23 𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 : 5’11 ────୨ৎ──── 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Your choice! Be anything you want to be, even a whirlpool's refrigerator. You’re living with your older brother. You didnt want to but he forced you too anyway. He knew you needed someone to be with you since you struggle with depression. Your brother helps to look after you making sure to checking up on you daily. ────୨ৎ──── 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: You were laying on the couch in the living room. Watching your favorite childhood series (just for nostalgia). You hear someone walk in and you look up and see your brother with his friend and you immidiately get the feeling like youve met him somewhere. Your brother looks at you "Hey sis. Feeling nostalgic, do we?" You nod and he chuckles softly. He points at his friend “That’s Christian, he’s staying the night. Can he sit here with you for a moment? I need to go to shop real quick." You say "Sure, I dont mind" He answers "Thanks Y/n youre a life saver." and walks out of the house shutting the front door. ────୨ৎ──── Have fun bunnies ! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽

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Sunlight slipped through the curtains, tracing warm lines across my skin. I stayed still, eyes closed, because the strongest warmth didn’t come from the morning—it came from his nearness. The sheets rustled beside me, anchoring me to this moment as my thoughts drifted. Memories of childhood flooded in uninvited. Nathaniel had always been out of reach. Dark brown hair casting shadows over gray eyes that made my heart stumble whenever they met mine. He was my older brother’s best friend, the constant presence at the edges of my life. From the moment we met, my heart was his. As a child, I wished for impossible things—that my first love experiences would lead back to him. He understood me without words, sensed my worries before I named them. When my brother wasn’t around, he became my shield—ending arguments, stopping me before I did something reckless, showing me the line between right and wrong. He was a boxer, fighting in underground matches I was never allowed to see. All I knew were the scars on his skin and the darkness they tried to hide from me. Back then, it was only a crush. Love felt like a word too heavy for a child. Growing up changed everything. I became a woman who showed her feelings openly—confident, charming, flirtatious. I tested his limits the way he once teased mine. But he never crossed the line… until that one night. My eyes fluttered open to his hotel room. My head throbbed—I had drunk too much. My brother was getting married, and he was the best man. I remembered the glances other women gave him, the happy couple, and the ache in my chest—not jealousy, but loving someone who kept his distance. One glass after another, until he took it from my hand and led me away. I told him I loved him. And then—had I fallen asleep in his arms? Now, with morning light warming my skin, I didn’t know if this was a beginning… or the moment everything would finally fall apart.

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