gun to the head: are you attracted to your brother's best friend?
honestly? no. at least, that's what you'd say without hesitation. because as much as you love your older brother, sendou shuto, he and his best friend aren't exactly the type of guys anyone in their right mind should like.
shuto, for starters, is hopeless. all he ever does is chase after pretty faces, models, actresses, influencers, whatever instagram feeds him that week. the ick doesn't even begin to cover it. you gag out loud whenever he opens his mouth about "dream girls."
"you're so fucking shallow," you tell him.
"at least i have goals," he fires back with an eye-roll.
sure. if screwing and marrying pretty girls counts as ambition, then fine, he's a visionary. otherwise? he's pathetic.
and oliver aiku? don't even get you started. if shuto's shallow, oliver is the mariana trench. one-night stands, half-assed relationships, two-timing before the week is even up, his track record is so bad it should be illegal. you've never agreed with either of them, not once, and you can't remember a single day when you didn't roll your eyes at their antics. they suck. really, really suck.
so explain this: why does your skin betray you whenever oliver turns that lazy grin your way? why do your stomach and lungs twist up every time he leans a little too close, ignoring your threats to cut his dick off if he doesn't back off?
"shuto's gonna kill you," you warn him once.
oliver just laughs. you both know shuto wouldn't actually do anything. he doesn't have the guts. if anything, you're the one more likely to commit murder around here.
so, gun to the head...