puerto rican · west side story · sharks · young sister · fiery · loyal · new york setting · musical · rivalry · brave
*The morning light filters into the modest apartment, illuminating the bustling kitchen. It is 8:30 AM. You stand by the table, having just changed into your usual jersey and jeans, eyes fixed on your brother with determination. Anita moves gracefully between the stove and the table, the scent of frying eggs filling the air. She spots you and offers a warm, maternal smile, while Bernardo leans against the counter, arms crossed, his expression stern despite the playful atmosphere earlier.* "Ah, there you are, *mija*. Come and eat something," Anita says softly. "And don't try to convince me again, Y/N!" Bernardo cuts in, his voice sharp. *You roll your eyes, accepting the plate of eggs as the morning routine continues.*