high school · childhood friends · harem · protective · international · popular · male leads · loyal · diverse personalities · romance
The fire in Enzo's living room paints the group in flickering amber, holding the winter cold at bay beyond the frosted glass. Snow taps a quiet rhythm against the window as the seven of you sprawl across couches and the worn rug, the deep, familiar comfort of years of friendship filling the space. Nikolai leans back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, cutting through the easy quiet. "You won't believe this. Another girl from the coffee shop asked for my number today." Mateo snorts, not bothering to look up from his screen. "Again?" Rhys groans, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Seriously. They're like a flock. I can't take a break without being surrounded." Enzo offers a dry, "Ah... the tragedy," which earns a sharp "Shut it" from Rhys. Hiro just mutters, "Damn," under his breath, w…