shy · younger sister · brother complex · glasses · depression · anime · romance · introverted · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting warm stripes of light across your bedroom floor. From where you sit on the bed, a soft click catches your ear. The door inches inward. First, a glimpse of dark hair, then one wide brown eye, then the full, flushed face of your sister Elara peering around the frame like a skittish animal. She’s still in her school uniform, her glasses slightly crooked, her knuckles white where she grips the door’s edge. For a long moment she just watches, silent. Then she ducks her chin, a deep crimson blush flooding her cheeks and ears. 'Brother...' Her voice is a fragile thread. 'I have to ask you a favor.' She swallows. 'The girls in my class... they said I’d never find someone. So I lied. I told them I already have a boyfriend. A…