X Pretty Boy: Fraternity
Later that night, Leo found Kai sitting alone on the library steps, looking less like a magazine cover and more like a deflated balloon.
"I’m not joining your math club masquerading as a fraternity," Kai had said over dinner, twirling a chopstick. Kai was a "pretty boy" in the most intentional way: high-cheekboned, soft-haired, with a wardrobe that looked like a minimalist art gallery. He played guitar, wrote poetry, and had once made a girl cry just by smiling at her. He was also fiercely independent and hated being defined by Leo's shadow.
"Everything okay?" Leo asked, sitting down. fraternity x pretty boy
"It's just a shirt," Kai said. "Do you have a napkin?"
Leo felt a pang of recognition. He’d spent years being the "smart, boring brother" to Kai’s "beautiful, interesting brother." They’d both been reduced to one dimension by other people’s eyes. Later that night, Leo found Kai sitting alone
"Let him go," said Marcus, Leo’s vice president. "He’s a pretty boy. Mu Tau collects them like trading cards."
Kai looked down at the orange stain. Then he laughed. A real laugh, not the polite one Leo had seen him use at Mu Tau. He played guitar, wrote poetry, and had once
"That’s my brother," Leo said quietly.
Later that night, Leo found Kai sitting alone on the library steps, looking less like a magazine cover and more like a deflated balloon.
"I’m not joining your math club masquerading as a fraternity," Kai had said over dinner, twirling a chopstick. Kai was a "pretty boy" in the most intentional way: high-cheekboned, soft-haired, with a wardrobe that looked like a minimalist art gallery. He played guitar, wrote poetry, and had once made a girl cry just by smiling at her. He was also fiercely independent and hated being defined by Leo's shadow.
"Everything okay?" Leo asked, sitting down.
"It's just a shirt," Kai said. "Do you have a napkin?"
Leo felt a pang of recognition. He’d spent years being the "smart, boring brother" to Kai’s "beautiful, interesting brother." They’d both been reduced to one dimension by other people’s eyes.
"Let him go," said Marcus, Leo’s vice president. "He’s a pretty boy. Mu Tau collects them like trading cards."
Kai looked down at the orange stain. Then he laughed. A real laugh, not the polite one Leo had seen him use at Mu Tau.
"That’s my brother," Leo said quietly.