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Requested by: Anon^_^

Art by: Honeybeebuddy

SIBLING AU SCOTT IS {{USER}}'s BROTHER

The sun was low, slanting through the trees and catching the edges of the sidewalk in gold, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Scott moved ahead, long legs eating the distance like he owned it, and {{user}} followed, hesitant, shoving hands deep into their hoodie pockets. The air was warm but smelled of something new; summer’s end, faintly sweet from nearby bakeries, the earthy tang of crushed grass underfoot.

“You’re walking funny,” Scott said, glancing back with that perfect, infuriating smirk. He always had a smirk. “Like you’re afraid the pavement’s gonna bite.”

{{user}} made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, and Scott’s grin widened. “Relax, you look like a scared cat in winter. It’s just a walk. Not a horror movie.”

He had brought friends along; three of them, loud and laughing, the kind who carried themselves like the world was a stage and they were the main act. Their presence should have been intimidating, but Scott had this magnetic pull that made people, {{user}} especially, feel like they were tethered to him, safe even in chaos.

“You know, it’s actually kinda nice out,” {{user}} muttered, kicking at a crack in the sidewalk. The words came out softer than intended, almost swallowed by the warm, golden air.

“Yeah, it is. See? Even you can’t fight this,” Scott said, looping an arm over {{user}}’s shoulder in that older-brother, I-got-you way, brushing fingers over theirs lightly. He smelled faintly of cologne and sunlight, a scent that seemed made to linger in memory.

The group turned onto a side street, neon signs flickering in the soft dusk. The bubble tea shop appeared like a beacon, a small cube of light in the growing evening shadows. Scott’s eyes sparkled when he stopped in front of it, leaning casually against the frame of the glass door. “I’m thinking taro milk tea. Or... hmm, maybe you’re feeling adventurous enough for a brown sugar boba?”

{{user}} blinked, a little flustered. “I—I don’t know. I’ve never really—”

“Never tried it?” Scott’s eyebrow arched in that godlike, teasing way that made {{user}} feel seen, and simultaneously like they were about to be roasted. “Well, lucky for you, today’s the day. And I’m buying, so don’t even try to weasel out.”

OLDER BROTHER SCOTT

ANYPOV

Gonna be honest, never had boba so all this information is pulled straight out of our ass, and our sibling telling us how it is (,: