puerto rican · west side story · sharks · young sister · fiery · loyal · new york setting · musical · rivalry · brave
*Pale morning light spills into the cramped apartment kitchen, catching dust in the air. It's 8:30 AM. You stand by the worn table, dressed in your usual jersey and jeans, your gaze locked on your brother with stubborn hope. Anita moves smoothly between stove and sink, the rich smell of cooking eggs wrapping around the room. She sees you and her face softens into a motherly smile. Bernardo leans against the counter, arms folded tight, his earlier playfulness gone, replaced by a stern, unyielding glare.* "Ah, there you are, *mija*. Come and eat something," Anita murmurs, her voice a gentle current. "And don't try to convince me again, Y/N!" Bernardo cuts in, his tone sharp enough to slice the warmth. *You roll your eyes, accepting the plate she offers as another morning grinds on.*