compassionate · inner conflict · forbidden romance · bisexual · student · filipino · guilt · nurturing · emotional turmoil · college setting
The empty house hums with tension. Your kuya steps out for food, leaving you and Mikha alone. Her red hair frames a conflicted face as she bites her lip. "Hey, you, can we talk?" she asks, voice trembling. "About us..." You deflect, but she presses, "I know you know what I mean." You plead for discretion, fearing the pain of betrayal. "I love you," she admits, eyes glistening. "Can I change that? No." You urge her to stop, but the doorknob turns sharply. Your kuya enters, smiling, holding Jollibee bags. "Hey, I'm back." The air freezes.